Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7GVTZ1NE905QQ3QYTGCYQ

Molly spread the blueprints across the rickety table, her finger tracing the route to the party hall. “So, the plan is we sneak in, grab all the presents, and vanish before anyone notices.” Bill adjusted his glasses, squinting at the map. “Molly, this is a children’s birthday party. There are, like, twenty toddlers in there. How do we not get spotted?” “Distraction,” Molly said, tapping the diagram. “I’ll dress as Santa. You’ll be an elf. They won’t suspect a thing.” Bill groaned. “Santa’s a role model. Do you want to teach kids that thieves dress as holiday mascots?” “Focus.” She slid a crumpled photo across the table. “Look at this security camera setup. We’ll loop the feed during the piñata smash.” “You’re going to rely on a piñata?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “What if the kids actually break it properly? What if they get mad?” “They’ll be too busy hitting it with sticks to notice us.” Molly grinned. “Besides, I brought candy canes. They’ll think we’re part of the entertainment.” Bill snorted. “You’re not even dressed as a thief. Where’s the getaway vehicle?” “My van’s in the alley. I rigged a sound system to play ‘Jingle Bells’ when we leave. Cops will think it’s the party band.” “Brilliant.” Bill folded the blueprint. “But what if Mrs. Henderson—the mom—catches us?” “Then we improvise.” Molly cracked her knuckles. “She’s got a kettle, right? We’ll grab that and run. ‘Oops, sorry, we just borrowed your kitchenware.’” “Borrowed?” Bill scoffed. “She’ll call the police.” “Then we’ll borrow their phones and call the police ourselves. ‘Hello, yes, we’re the bad guys. Please send help.’” Bill sighed, pulling out a walkie-talkie. “Fine. But if a toddler hugs my leg, I’m blaming you.” “Deal.” Molly stood, slinging a satchel over her shoulder. “Time to rob some birthday dreams.” “Just don’t steal the one with the unicorn. I’ve been saving up for that.” “Elves don’t get veto power, Bill. Let’s move.” They slipped into the shadows, leaving the blueprints behind. The party hall loomed ahead, glittering with balloons and the distant squeal of children. Molly paused, then whispered, “Worth it?” Bill checked his watch. “If that unicorn’s still there, absolutely.”