Run: 2026-02-26-01KJCRZ196G2KJMHZH6ED96K2Y

The moon hung low over Maplewood Park as Molly adjusted her black mask, squinting at the party lights flickering through the trees. Bill leaned against a lamppost, chewing gum loudly. “So, you’re telling me we’re just gonna waltz in here like it’s a birthday party instead of a crime scene?” He grinned, flashing teeth stained faintly from too many sour gummies. Molly rolled her eyes. “Relax, Bill. The parents are distracted by cake. The kids are too busy chasing balloons to notice anything unusual.” She tapped her phone, showing a grainy security camera feed. “See? The guard’s on his phone, probably texting about how much he hates his job.” Bill snorted. “Yeah, but what if someone actually sees us? You know I’m not great at sneaking. Last time I tried, I tripped over my own feet and knocked over a piñata.” “Exactly why we need a distraction,” she said, pulling out a small device shaped like a remote control. “This’ll blast a bunch of confetti everywhere. They’ll think it’s part of the show.” He raised an eyebrow. “Confetti? That’s it? I was hoping for something more… dramatic.” “Dramatic’s overrated,” she replied, flipping a switch. A burst of colorful paper shot from the gadget, landing in a bush nearby. “Now, remember the plan: you create chaos at the entrance while I slip past the windows. Simple.” Bill mimed fumbling with invisible ropes. “And then what? We just grab every present and run? What if they call the cops?” Molly smirked. “We’ll blame the raccoons. They’ve been stealing candy from the park for years.” He laughed. “You’re insane. But fine, I’ll handle the ‘raccoon’ part. Just don’t make me wear another mask—last one looked like a potato.” She tossed him a small bag. “Here. This has the decoy keys. They’re fake, but the real ones are in the treehouse behind the slide.” Bill caught it, inspecting the plastic. “Huh. Maybe I’ll keep this as a souvenir. Or maybe I’ll use it to unlock my own loot box later.” Molly crossed her arms. “You’d better not try to open the party’s gift bags with that. Last time you ‘helped,’ you ended up covered in glitter.” He shrugged. “Worth it for the sparkle.” A distant shout cut through the night. “Is that… a balloon popping?” Both froze. Molly’s eyes widened. “That’s our cue. Let’s move before the parents notice.” Bill grinned, already backing toward the trees. “Ready to steal some joy?” She nodded, slipping into the shadows. “Let’s give these kids a present they’ll never forget.” The night swallowed them whole as they vanished into the darkness, leaving only the faint sound of confetti and their laughter echoing through the party.