Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK17NBVBPC6Q9XG03PZ5NKP

The humid air inside the inflatable bouncy castle smelled faintly of strawberry syrup and impending disaster. Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose, checking the perimeter for any sign of the over-caffeinated birthday mother. Bill crouched behind a tower of wrapping paper, his face painted like a sad panda, clutching a burlap sack that rustled with every nervous twitch. They watched the small children devour cake with terrifying enthusiasm, oblivious to the adult criminals plotting within their midst. The mound of gifts under the plastic tree gleamed like dragon hoard, wrapped in shiny foil and begging to be liberated. Molly signaled with a gloved hand, pointing toward the exit where a distracted magician was failing to pull a rabbit from a hat. Bill nodded solemnly, his eyes wide with the specific greed reserved for unguarded LEGO sets and tablet computers. They moved with the grace of stumbling elephants, trying to blend into the chaotic background of screaming kids and popping balloons. The plan was simple, audacious, and entirely ridiculous, yet here they were, ready to commit the greatest petty theft of the afternoon. Their hearts pounded against ribs constrained by cheap polyester costumes as they inched closer to the prize.