Run: 2026-10-07-01M4AVSX9CJPTCFJ19S51PJJK1

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. "You sure this is the right house? The sign says 'No Solicitors,' but I don’t see any kids." Bill squinted at the clipboard in his hands. "According to the invite, little Timmy’s birthday party starts in ten minutes. Parents are loading up the backyard with presents as we speak." "Timmy? That’s the worst fake name I’ve ever heard." "It’s not fake. The kid’s actually named Timmy." Molly groaned. "Of course he is. Alright, what’s the play? Sneak in through the back, grab the loot, and bolt before the cake’s cut?" Bill shook his head. "Too risky. The mom’s a former cop. She’s got eyes like a hawk and a whistle around her neck." "Former cop? You didn’t think to mention that earlier?" "I was getting to it. We go in as hired help. You’re the face painter, I’m the balloon animal guy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You can make balloon animals?" "Define 'can.'" She sighed. "Fine. But if I have to explain why my clown nose is actually a ski mask, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, the presents are under a tent in the backyard. We grab them, stash them in the van, and disappear before the piñata gets whacked." Molly adjusted her oversized bowtie. "And if someone asks why the face painter’s pockets are full of action figures?" "We say they’re prizes for the best-behaved kids." "Which we are, obviously." Bill nodded. "Exactly. Now, remember—no eye contact with the mom. She’s got a sixth sense for liars." Molly smirked. "Good thing I’m an excellent liar." They approached the front gate, where a harried-looking woman in a "Birthday Queen" sash was herding a group of sugar-fueled children. Bill cleared his throat. "Uh, hi. We’re the entertainment?" The woman’s eyes narrowed. "I didn’t hire any entertainment." Molly stepped forward, her voice sickly sweet. "Oh, we’re a surprise! From… uh… Timmy’s uncle." Bill added, "Yeah. Uncle… Bob." The woman’s suspicion didn’t waver. "Timmy doesn’t have an Uncle Bob." Molly’s smile faltered. "He does now." Bill elbowed her. "We should go." As they backed away, Molly muttered, "Next time, we rob a bank like normal people." Bill sighed. "Next time, I’ll let you pick the job."