Run: 2026-02-26-01KJCRWMMJD847EQ46AKJ2HBAT

The moon hung low over Maplewood Park as Molly crouched behind a hedge, her eyes fixed on the neon-lit birthday bash inside the community hall. Balloons bobbed like drunken planets above the laughter of kids clutching plastic swords. Bill emerged from the shadows, clutching a duffel bag that looked suspiciously like it had once held stolen goods. “Think they’ll notice if we swap the gifts?” Molly whispered, adjusting her ski mask. Bill shrugged. “If they don’t, we’re ghosts. If they do, well…” He grinned, revealing a missing tooth. A toddler waddled past, trailing glitter. The scent of cupcakes drifted through an open window. Molly’s stomach growled louder than the party music. “What about the clown costume?” she asked, nodding toward a pile of oversized shoes near the door. Bill snorted. “That’s for show. We need something quiet.” She glanced at the clock. “Twenty minutes till the piñata breaks. Perfect.” Behind them, a security guard yawned, stretching his arms above his head. The plan was simple: blend in, grab the loot, vanish before anyone noticed. Molly smirked. “Ready to make some memories?” Bill nodded, already mentally cataloging the gifts. The night promised chaos—and maybe a few extra candies.