Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09AFHBK5HEAVW0ECFF75FQ

Molly and Bill crouch behind a bush, watching kids in bright party clothes darting in and out of a house. A piñata shaped like a dinosaur swings lazily in the breeze, its creaky strings the only soundtrack to their plan. Molly's eyes narrow as she scans the window where presents are piled high like a colorful mountain. She adjusts her gloves with a sharp tug. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan." Molly whispers, her voice steady. "We wait until the cake comes out. Chaos. Distraction. Grab and go." Bill grins, his teeth flashing in the dim light. He's already bouncing on his heels like a kid who just heard the ice cream truck. "I was thinking we just burst in, shout 'Free candy!' and let the kids hand over their haul." Molly sighs, rubbing her temples. "That was our last plan. It got us kicked out of a bakery." Bill waves a hand, dismissing the memory like a fly. "Details. Kids love candy. They'd do anything for it. We just need to blend in, play the chaos to our advantage." Molly ignores him, pointing to a side gate that's slightly ajar. "We sneak in there when the clown's on his way out. Clowns are early exits." Bill scoffs, crossing his arms. "Clowns are terrifying. Why would they leave early?" "Because the cake isn't gluten-free," Molly deadpans, not even looking at him. "Now, stick to the plan, or so help me, I'm stealing your share of the candy." Bill gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. The bush rustles around him. "Molly! You wound me. Stealing candy is our code!" Molly checks her watch, her expression unchanging. "Cake's in five. Get ready." She starts crawling toward the side gate, her movements silent and precise.