Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ72JH2RMJSVFAXDSH72XZFN

Molly adjusted her fake mustache, which was actually just a piece of burnt toast. Bill sat on a trash can lid, reviewing a stolen glitter pen. The house across the street was alive with shrieks, trampoline thuds, and a balloon animal that sounded suspiciously like a saxophone. "Alright, Molly, here's the timeline," Bill said, tapping his pen against the lid. "At three o'clock, I'll distract the parents with a very convincing game of musical chairs. Meanwhile, you sneak through the window and grab all the presents." "Grab them all?" Bill asked, tapping his pen against the lid. "Just the big boxes, and the ones with stickers that say To Sam." "Sam is seven. He's watching us." "He's a good kid. He doesn't suspect a thing." "What about the dog?" "I'll give it a treat. Wait, I forgot the presents. Just don't step on the confetti. It's murder."