Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFFT1JMQW08486RW973XX3V

The backyard buzzes with laughter and colorful streamers. Molly: "Okay, Bill, the balloon arch is our entry point—just slip behind the clown when he’s juggling." Bill: "You sure the kids won’t notice a missing present under the table?" Molly: "They’re too busy chasing the piñata to care about wrapping paper." Bill: "What about the parents sipping lemonade?" Molly: "Distraction. I’ll spill the punch near the snack table; they’ll rush to mop." Bill: "And the magician’s rabbit?" Molly: "Leave it. It’s busy nibbling carrot sticks; we’ll time the lift when it hops away." Bill: "How many boxes?" Molly: "Twelve, stacked by the cake. We’ll use the serving cart—quiet wheels." Bill: "What if the DJ drops the beat?" Molly: "He’ll cue a song; we’ll move on the downbeat. One, two, three—grab." Bill: "Sounds like a ballet." Molly: "Exactly. After we load the van, we’ll blend out with the birthday chorus." Bill: "You think the clown will notice us?" Molly: "He’s too busy making animal hats. Trust me." Bill: "Alright, let’s suit up." Molly: "Gloves on, masks off—just in case the camera flashes." Bill: "Ready?" Molly: "On three. One… two… three…" They melt into the crowd, presents disappearing like magic.