Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXZ4NKXVZ7NG44KFV34WNW

Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, adjustng her neon clown wig. Beside her, Bill wrestled with a bag of glitter meant for their diversion. The fortress ahead was a backyard bouncy castle filled with shrieking toddlers. Is the glitter ready? Molly whispered, tapping her tactical goggles. Bill grunted, shoving a handful of shimmering dust into his pocket. It is, but I still hate clowns. Just focus on the pile, she signaled. The presents wait in the gazebo guarded by a golden retriever with a party hat. A dog remains just a dog, Bill argued. I have bacon. Good. Once the bouncy castle deflates, it starts. You grab the Legos, I take the electronics. Do you think a five-year-old will notice if we swap the gifts for rocks? They wont know until they open them, she reasoned. We will be halfway to the getaway tricycle by then. The bouncy castle groaned under the weight of fifteen hyperactive children. Molly checked her watch, her eyes narrowing at the prize table. It was time. Ready for the chaos? she asked. Bill sighed, checking his pockets. For the loot, I am always ready. Let us ruin this birthday.