Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFE0QCHY9QKY4184EJZQ7QC

Molly crouched quietly beside the toolbox, her eyes flicking over the crumpled invitation she’d snatched from the mailbox. The party was set for Saturday afternoon at the community center, a bright balloon‑strewn affair promising cake, games, and a mountain of wrapped gifts. Bill leaned against the wall, chewing on a pretzel, his mind already tallying the loot. They’d need a distraction, something loud enough to mask the squeak of the side door. Molly: "We need a distraction." Bill: "Clown's act at two." Molly: "Hit the gift table." Bill: "Move fast." Molly: "Watch the kids." Bill: "Don't get seen." Bill nodded, his grin widening as he imagined the look on the kids’ faces when the presents vanished. They’d slip in through the service entrance, duck past the janitor’s closet, and make straight for the gift table piled high under a canopy. Timing was everything; the clown’s act would start at two, giving them a twelve‑minute window. Molly checked her watch, the second hand ticking like a metronome. Bill tapped his fingers, already hearing the rustle of wrapping paper. With a final glance at the faded flyer, they exchanged a promise: no one would suspect the sweet‑toothed duo of stealing Christmas in July.