Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYX78DAE8SS6VAKGM7MD2Z

Molly leans against a chain-link fence, twirling a crumpled party horn. “Took you long enough—did you steal a half-eaten cherry snow cone instead of the slime squirt gun?” Bill wipes sticky syrup from his wrist, nodding at rainbow streamers and a bouncing bounce house. “Relax, the snow cone cup had plenty of syrup left! You grabbed the knockoff clown hats, right?” Molly flicks a hat from her fanny pack, tossing it to him. “Slime gun’s ready—darts are for cowards. Wait, a life-sized Elsa doll by the cake table? That’s twenty-five bucks easy.” Molly swats his bicep, nodding as kids gather near the backyard patio. “Focus: slip in during ‘Happy Birthday,’ grab all nearby presents, bolt before cupcakes. No plush, no flirting, no cookie favors.” Bill snickers, yanking a sugar cookie off the table. “Fair, but what if a kid recognizes me from the grocery store dumpster dive last week? They called the cops on me then!” Molly shoves the cookie back, yanking her hat lower. “Wear the hat, act like you’re helping. The song just started—let’s move. I recorded you bragging about the Elsa doll, by the way.” Bill follows her through the gate, whispering: “If we get caught, I’m blaming you!” “You’re a peach. Let’s go before the mom notices the missing cupcakes.” Molly peeks around a picnic table. Bill mutters, adjusting his hat: “You’re the worst partner ever.” Molly grins, grabbing loose wrapping paper. “Hurry— the cake’s being cut. Those presents won’t carry themselves to the duffel.”