Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAAGC5E42DAPNV9JF4E7W1

Confetti gusted across the parking lot as Molly and Bill crouched behind a lopsided bouncy castle shaped like a dragon. Their getaway scooter purred, disguised beneath a heroic rainbow blanket. A chorus of toddlers howled inside, sugar-fueled and formidable. Balloons bobbed like surveillance jellyfish, judging everything. Bill adjusted his paper crown; Molly checked a stopwatch shaped like a cupcake. They had studied the terrain: cake table, present mountain, and a magician who looked suspiciously competent. The air smelled of frosting, fear, and faint citrus cleaner. Somewhere, a piñata creaked, plotting louder than either thief. Timing, flair, and birthday spirit ruled. "Molly: Remember, we mingle, compliment the cake, then wheel the present mountain onto our scooter. If asked, we're emergency gift auditors with excellent ribbons, credentials." "Bill: Auditing toddlers seems dangerous; they file grievances in frosting. Distraction plan B: kazoo solo, followed by interpretive balloon whispering. No one suspects inventory work." "Molly: Excellent. If the magician interferes, I'll shout abracadabra at his mustache and produce a legally binding glitter cloud. You nod gravely and stamp forms." "Bill: And if cake becomes hostile, we deploy napkins diplomatically, accept surrender sprinkles, and vanish behind the dragon. Remember, presents prefer thieves with nap-friendly shoes."