Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFCHH08PCZB5QDP5VG6N0WP

The night air smelled of sugar and cheap balloons, the kind that made Molly's nose twitch with excitement. She crouched behind a candy‑striped curtain, eyes flicking to the glowing piñata perched above the cake. Bill hovered nearby, his trench coat rustling like a nervous cat. Their plan was simple: use the clown's act as a distraction, then sweep the wrapped gifts into a sack and slip out before the birthday song ended. The party lights twinkled, kids squealed, and a balloon popped with a squeaky sound that echoed like a distant gunshot. "Bill, the clown's balloon squeaks, perfect cover." "Now, snag the presents, then we vanish, no clues." "Snag the cake now." They slipped forward, dodging glitter that threatened to betray their shadows. Molly lifted the first gift, feeling paper crackle like a secret. Bill slipped a hand into the pile, pulling out a dinosaur toy. Their hearts pounded as a child's giggle echoed, but adults were too busy blowing candles to notice. With swift motion they bundled the remaining loot into a coat pocket. The exit sign glowed red, promising escape. As they vanished into the alley, a single balloon floated upward, carrying away the last trace of mischief.