Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09H2DFTVM3RRARK3EPQK3W

The neon glow of the "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" banner flickered weakly against the warehouses’ grimy windows as Molly adjusted her tool belt, her fingers already twitching with impatience. Bill, on the other hand, was busy second-guessing their entire plan by kneeling to test the lock on the back door with a pair of bent hairpins. "This is the third time you’ve done this," Molly muttered, her voice edged with the kind of dry humor people reserve for when they’re seconds away from committing grand larceny. Bill shot her a look, his face illuminated by the glow of his tiny penlight. The lock clicked. "Just making sure," he said, shoving the door open before Molly could groan. They slipped inside, the sudden quiet of an empty party room swallowing their footsteps. Balloons sagged near the ceiling, and the remains of a half-eaten cake sat on a table, surrounded by abandoned party hats and a single, gaudy clown figurine that seemed to sneer at them. Molly’s eyes locked onto a pile of presents stashed in the corner. Bill, meanwhile, was already eyeing the clown. "What?" Molly hissed when she caught him staring. "Think it’s real?" Bill whispered, poking the clown’s floppy hat. She exhaled sharply through her nose. "If it is, I don’t want to know." They had a job to do.