Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKCFJQJYMCH5HYT6TTKZP5

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell on the tip tinkling ominously. The party was in full swing inside the community center, the shrieks of sugar-fueled children bouncing off the walls like rubber balls. She nudged Bill, who was currently stuffing his face with a stolen cupcake. We’re here to work, not snack, she hissed. Bill swallowed, crumbs clinging to his stubble. Work can wait. These are the good cupcakes. The ones with the sprinkles. Molly groaned. Focus. The presents are under that tree. We grab them, we go. And the piñata? Bill asked, nodding toward the paper mache donkey swaying ominously above a circle of kids. We’re not here for the piñata. But it’s full of candy. And probably small toys. Maybe gift cards. Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. We’re thieves, Bill. Not vultures. Bill shrugged. Just saying. Efficiency. A child nearby dropped a handful of confetti, and they both froze. Molly waited until the coast was clear before continuing. Alright, here’s the plan. I’ll distract the parents with my world-famous fainting spell. You mean the one where you actually faint? Yes. And last time, you hit your head on a fire hydrant. That was an anomaly. This time, I’ll aim for the punch bowl. Bill nodded, though his expression was skeptical. And what do I do? You grab the presents and meet me at the exit. Simple. What if there’s a dog? There’s not a dog. What if there’s a very small, very aggressive child? Then you run. You’re faster than a five-year-old. Bill looked offended. I am not. That kid at the grocery store outran me last week. That kid had a shopping cart. Details. Bill sighed. Fine. But if I see a piñata, I’m taking it. Molly rolled her eyes. Just stick to the plan. They crouched behind a cluster of balloons, watching as a clown juggled flaming torches. Bill’s eyes widened. Oh, we should get one of those. No. But it’s on fire! Molly grabbed his arm. Bill. Right, right. Presents. Exit. No clowns. No piñatas. No flaming anything. Exactly. Bill took a deep breath. Alright. Let’s do this. Molly gave him a shove toward the gift pile. Go. Bill crept forward, then paused. Wait. What if the presents are bad? Molly blinked. What? Like, what if they’re just socks and educational books? That’s a terrible haul. Molly groaned. Then we’ll have a terrible haul. Now move. Bill nodded, then hesitated again. One more thing. What? Do you think they have those mini candy canes here? The ones shaped like— Molly pushed him hard. Go!