Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD865YCJN0BXVXW2D0KBVA6

Molly slouched in the corner booth of Luigi’s Diner, a half-eaten meatball sub beside her. Bill paced, fingers drumming on the table. "So, the plan is to hit the party at six?" he asked, nodding at the napkin sketch of a clown face. "Six o’clock sharp," Molly said, stabbing a green olive. "But the kids are a problem. Too many tiny humans with sticky fingers and zero stealth." Bill paused mid-pace. "Distract them with a balloon animal. Something loud. While I grab the presents, you create chaos." "Quietly now," Molly hissed, glancing at the diner’s clock. "We don’t want the parents noticing until it’s too late. And Bill? No glitter bombs. Last time, the janitor chased us with a mop." He rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the sequin-covered getaway car." Molly smirked. "Wouldn’t dream of it." Outside, a floaty unicorn piñata swung lazily in the summer breeze. The presents, wrapped in superhero themes, sat stacked in a corner like tiny, colorful landmines. Bill adjusted his fake mustache—a prop from their last heist—and grinned. "Operation Present Snatch is a go." "Operation *Stealthy Present Snatch," Molly corrected. "We’re not animals." "Yet."