Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07DMFSVY4RPMPRJEJ5DVDB

Molly: Bill, whisper. The party is tomorrow, but our courage is tonight. Bill: Tonight? My nerves are doing backflips in my stomach. Molly: Good. The guard dog is imaginary, like my last diet. Bill: Do we wear disguises? Molly: Yes: you’re a clown. I’m a balloon animal. Bill: I can’t juggle. Molly: Neither can the toddlers. That’s why it’s believable. Bill: How do we enter? Molly: Through the side gate. I already crocheted a decoy key from guilt. Bill: Crocheted? Molly: Look, it’s not illegal if it’s artisanal. Bill: And the presents? Molly: We glide to the “From Santa” pile, fill our bags, and bow like we’re disappointed. Bill: Disappointed? Molly: Santa’s gonna ask questions. We’ll say, “We only take the ones with the stickers we like.” Bill: What about the kids? Molly: We distract them with your tragic magic trick. Bill: It’s just me dropping a wand. Molly: Perfect. While they laugh, we steal quietly. Bill: Quietly is my worst skill. Molly: Then be loud in a way that sounds like clapping. Ready? Bill: Ready. If we get caught, I’m blaming the balloons. Molly: Smile, Bill. The best heists end with a napkin tied around your conscience by sunrise.