Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMET9C1KQ7F2M1RPTNDEGYG

"I can't believe we're actually doing this, Molly," Bill whispered, adjusting the collar of his "Magic Clown" costume. "Relax, Bill. It's not like they'll call the cops when their precious little Timmy cries for his toy horse. We'll be in and out before they even finish the 'happy birthday' song." Bill peered through the window of the colorfully-decorated house. Balloons in every color imaginable floated throughout the living room, and children in party hats chased each other around cake-trembled tables. "There must be thirty kids in there. Plus parents. This is suicide." "Suicide? I think you're overestimating their attention spans. Besides, you look ridiculous in that nose. The real question is why I had to be the giant gift?" Molly struggled to maintain her balance under the mountain of brightly-wrapped boxes she'd disguised as presents. "Because I have the key, and you have the charm!" Bill patted his pockets. "Do you remember the plan? You create a distraction, I unlock the back, and we grab the good stuff from the front closet." "The closet? With all the coats? That's the worst spot, Bill!" "You said you didn't want to break into the house!" "I didn't think you'd take that literally! Look, we need to move fast. Those party favors are filled with sugar, and when they crash, they'might elem keeping the while parcours police."