Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRMJ1G6AG9RD0APEHVHYQE

Molly taped a glittery invitation to the fridge and stared at it like a blueprint. Bill arrived with a backpack full of plastic crowns and a suspiciously realistic birthday hat. The target was a six-year-old’s unicorn party at three, with a mountain of wrapped presents piled by the snack table. They would pose as late guests, grab the loot, and vanish before the cake. The plan hinged on timing, distraction, and not getting tackled by a sugar-fueled toddler. She checked the map while Bill checked his nerves. Outside the bouncy castle wheezed while a mother shouted for quiet inside the house. "Molly, you’re sure the parents are at the bar?" Bill whispered, adjusting his hat. "Absolutely, the invitation said adults welcome, two drink tickets each," Molly replied, tapping the glitter. "And the presents are actually unwrapped yet?" "No, they’re still wrapped, which makes them easier to carry out fast." "Great, I’ll cause a piñata explosion, you grab the big box." "Fine, but if a kid cries we’re out immediately." "Deal. What’s the code word if we’re spotted by a parent?" "Unicorn farts. Now move before the ice cream melts."