Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYY70JC88B35B6E32Q7HFX

They huddle behind Bill’s rusted van, eyeing the loud children’s party across the street. “Okay, plan: I grab the picnic table’s unopened gift bags, you take the stacked wrapped presents by the side porch. The bounce house blocks the yard from the road.” “Wait, what if a kid catches me? Or the mom in the frilly princess dress? Or the guy in the scratchy T-Rex costume?” “Pretend you’re fixing the cotton candy machine’s frayed cord. I’ll fake-cry about my escaped helium balloon to distract anyone who asks.” “That dumb elf hat you made me wear is gonna give us away. Last time you cried over a lost lollipop for ten full minutes.” “Please, that worked on the cop! Kids adore elves—you’ll look like a last-minute party volunteer.” “Three minutes till the piñata breaks. Everyone’s staring at the flying candy.” “What if I trip over the porch step stool?” “Trip like a clumsy elf. No one’ll notice. Grab the blue plastic bin labeled ‘PARTY SUPPLIES’.” “What if I drop the sack?” “Run faster! Just go! We don’t have time for this!”