Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBHMTJB5MBH1JAWEM05VSYE

Molly adjusted her fake glasses in the rearview mirror. She checked her watch, the numbers blinking down to midnight. Bill was eating a bag of marshmallows with unnecessary enthusiasm in the back seat. They watched the suburban backyard glow under bright purple lights through the windshield. A group of kids screamed as someone popped a balloon. The air smelled of popcorn and tension. Check mask. This was a heist worth the risk. Ready now. Bill smirked. The night was cold. They exited the vehicle quietly. He tossed the bag at her. She caught it slowly with one hand. They were professionals. "They have a balloon arch," "I thought we were stealing, not decorating." "The plan is brilliant." "What if the dad comes out with a bat?" "We run. He’ll trip over the cake." "It’s sticky, Bill. It’s tactical glue." "The piñata holds the money?" "No, the presents. It distracts." "And if we get caught?" "We claim we’re the entertainment. You sing. I dance." "I only know the Happy Birthday song." "That works for the full album." "Do it, now." "I will." "Be quiet." "Okay." "Wait, grab the marshmallows." "Why?" "Move." "Sure." "As evidence or snacks."