Run: 2026-09-25-01M3CKG1QFTQVX7KH61FK58ADV

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. "You sure this is the right house? The sign says 'Happy Birthday, Timmy!' but the last party we hit was for a Timmy too." Bill squinted at the balloon archway. "Different Timmy. This one’s got a pony. The other had a clown. Clowns are worse." "Clowns are always worse," Molly agreed, peering through the window. "But look at that cake. Five tiers. That’s at least twenty grand in fondant." Bill rubbed his hands together. "And the presents. I count… twelve, no, fifteen gift bags. Big ones." Molly smirked. "We’re gonna be swimming in LEGO sets and iPads." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "You got the distraction ready?" "Yep. Fireworks in the backyard. Kids’ll swarm like seagulls at a fry drop." "Perfect. You set ‘em off, I’ll grab the loot. In and out before the parents even notice." Molly raised an eyebrow. "What if they notice?" Bill grinned. "Then we tell ‘em we’re the entertainment. I’ll juggle. You do that weird ventriloquist thing with your hand." Molly groaned. "I do not do ventriloquism." "You did last time." "That was an emergency!" Bill shrugged. "Fine. Plan B: we’re the magicians. You pull a rabbit out of a hat." Molly patted her pockets. "I don’t have a rabbit." Bill sighed. "Then we’re just really enthusiastic party guests." Molly nodded. "Works for me. Alright, on three. One… two…" A child inside screamed, "PIÑATA TIME!" Molly and Bill froze. Bill whispered, "Change of plans. We wait for the piñata." Molly groaned. "Now we’re just vultures." Bill grinned. "The best kind."