Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF06Q0VEWG8A0BMT7QSGFZ

Molly adjusted her neon pink wohly hat, peeking out from the bushes outside the lavish downtown estate. Bill crouched beside her, fiddling with a lockpick set. "Bill, are you about done with that thing?" I asked. "Just a sec, Molly. I'm indecisive on whichever thingy thing I should use." "You've been at this for 15 minutes. It's the copper thingie on the left." Bill blinked up at her. "Say again?" Molly snatched the lockpicks from his hand, selecting the correct one and swiftly unlocking the gate. "Idiot. Let's move, before the twerp gets here." They crept along the perimeter, avoiding the glaring motion sensors. Molly paused at the window, checking her sequined party dress for any wrinkles. "It's just a kid's party, Molly. I think wrinkles are the least of your problems." "Oh hush. I have a reputation to uphold! The name Molly Magnificent isn't just for show." Bill rolled his eyes, pulling on the goofy clown mask his mother had insisted he wear "to fit in." He'd hide his face during any capers, but had no intentions of letting a clown hide his identity. The distant sound of a chorus of children singing "Happy Birthday" carried on the breeze. The partygoers had arrived. Bill fiddled with his gloves, shifting from foot to foot. "You ready, Molly? I really hope there's good snacks inside." Molly shot him a look, shaking her head in disbelief. With a deep breath, she pushed open the window, aiming for her most charming expression. "Same time as always, Bill. Let's catch some lunch, shall we?" They hopped through the window frame, landing in a crouch on the plush carpet. A maze of tables and chairs stretched out before them, each laden with wrapped presents and party hats.