Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKFT7SAX9DZ235FXCJS8Q1

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell on the tip tinkling ominously. "You sure this is the right house? The invite said 'Pony Rides and Piñatas,' not 'Trapdoors and Tasers.'" Bill squinted at the clipboard he’d swiped from the mailbox. "Says here the Johnson kid’s turning eight. Eight-year-olds don’t have security systems. They have goldfish." "Goldfish die. Security systems don’t." Molly chewed her lip. "What if there’s a guard dog?" "Then we bribe it with a cupcake. Kids always drop those." Bill tucked the clipboard under his arm. "Look, the presents are in the living room. We go in through the back, grab the loot, and slip out before the clown shows up." Molly groaned. "Clowns scare me more than dogs." "Clowns are just people in bad wigs. Dogs have teeth." Bill tested the back door. It creaked open. "See? No alarms. Just a bunch of sugar-high kids screaming at a piñata." Molly peeked inside. A chaos of balloons and wrapping paper littered the floor. "Okay, but what’s our exit strategy?" "Same as the entrance. Quietly." Bill stepped over a discarded party hat. "Unless you want to go out the front, waving at the parents like we’re late guests." Molly grabbed a gift bag. "I’d rather not explain why I’m stuffing a Lego set down my pants." Bill snatched a box labeled "Some Assembly Required." "Fair. But if we get caught, we say we’re the entertainment. I’ll juggle, you do… whatever it is you do." "I can’t juggle." "Then we’re the magicians. Disappearing presents act." Bill grinned. "Abracadabra, the PlayStation’s gone." Molly rolled her eyes but stuffed another bag into her sack. "We’re terrible at this." "Nah, we’re great. No one suspects the people in the corner eating all the cake." Bill paused, listening. "Wait. Do you hear that?" Molly froze. "What?" "Silence. The piñata must’ve broken." Bill’s grin widened. "That’s our cue. Kids are distracted. Let’s move." Molly hesitated. "What if a mom asks what we’re doing?" Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "We’re the gift inspectors. Quality control." Molly sighed. "That’s the worst lie ever." "Better than yours." Bill hoisted his sack higher. "Now grab that teddy bear and let’s go. Before the clown gets here."