Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09RZSH25NN4YMV7BFD5N1N

Molly and Bill slid through the hedge gap like two cupcakes. Spotlights from the backyard bounced over a castle of gift boxes, each ribbon winking as if it had an opinion. The party-goers milled inside, chasing helium balloons and arguing about who got to be captain of the game. Bill clicked his silent watch; it blinked a skull, then went dark. “Shh, Bill, shh!” Molly mouthed without sound. “Presents first.” The plan was simple: steal everything before anyone noticed the panic behind the tissue paper. Bill leaned toward the front door, where a battery-operated clown horn sat on a pedestal labeled WELCOME, PLEASE LAUGH. “Keys, Bill?” he asked. Molly patted her ankle and held up a laminated card that read EMERGENCY SOCK KEY. “Sock key.” She winked, as though footwear could be trusted with felony paperwork. Bill raised a finger at the motion sensor. “No alarms, please.” The horn’s speaker crackled, practicing giggles for them. Molly adjusted her clown mask, breathing in frosting-scented air. “Impersonate clowns.” Bill hauled a wagon toward the living-room, wheels squeaking like mice. “Grab them all.” Molly paused, counting boxes. “Run at midnight.” Outside, the pinata gong sounded, and their shadows scuttled toward the gift pile.