Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A8FHVTQ0Z85JRTFWHT6X4

Molly and Bill sat in Bill’s rundown car, parked across the street from a house drowning in pink balloons and cartoon bunting. Inside, a child’s shriek echoed over tinny pop music. Molly unfolded a crumpled floor plan. "Front door’s the main entrance. Presents pile up in the living room—no windows. Kitchen’s our fastest exit." Bill squinted at the sketch. "Last time we used a kitchen exit, you got wedged in the fridge." "Industrial fridge," Molly corrected. "This one’s residential. I’ll fit." "What do we do if we hit a parent?" "You charm your way past them." Bill frowned. "I don’t charm." "Exactly—parents think weird equals harmless. They’ll wave us off." Bill swallowed. "You sure about this?" Molly checked her lockpicks. "Ready?" Bill adjusted his beanie. "As I’ll ever be." A final nod. They stepped out into the night, just as the music inside segued into a new round of screaming. Molly’s hand hovered over the doorbell. Bill whispered, "Wait—what if we get caught?" Molly: "We say we’re sampling cake frosting." Bill: "What if there’s no cake?" Molly: "Improvise. Now move."