Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07GZDXFZJ3287CATA1NPCN

The rain drummed on the stolen ice-cream van, turning the tarp into a bass drum. Molly wiped mascara smear from her cheek with the back of her glove, leaving a streak like a sad clown. "You sure the party’s still on? Weather’s got to cancel ch—" "Bill, shut up." Molly adjusted her elf ears. "They’re not canceling. No parent cancels two hours of free pizza and piñatas for little Timmy’s birthday. That’s a crime against childhood." "Fine, but low altitude." Bill tapped the van’s hood. "No sense climbing over bouncy castles if we can roll right through em." Molly squinted at the house—twinkling lights, a floodlit bouncy castle flapping like a dying inflatable whale. "Van won’t fit through that gate. Worse, the driveway’s got those little solar path lights. Trip one, and every demon-child within earshot yells that someone broke in." Bill scratched his fake beard. "So we park on Maple, cut through the back fence, snag the pile under the slide before the dad starts grilling." Molly nodded. "Side entrance, under the cover of the karaoke machine. Big gift pile’s by the punch bowl; easy lift." Bill grinned. "We’ll be out before the cake’s even cut." Molly grabbed the lock picks. "Only thing sweeter than Timmy’s presents? Doing it while he sings ‘Baby Shark’ at full volume."