Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFD34VRG8KQSSQST5PE2N3N

They huddle near the fence, low voices barely audible over the distant music. They check their watches, grinning. Molly: "Alright Bill, the party's at three, balloons everywhere, we slip in via the side door, grab the gift pile and disappear before the clown finishes his juggling act." Bill: "You sure the clown won't notice a sack of presents moving? He's got eyes like a hawk on caffeine." Molly: "We'll dress as party helpers. I'll wear the oversized elf costume, you the giant dinosaur suit. Nobody questions a T‑rex handing out cake." Bill: "And the parents? They'll be busy chasing sugar‑high kids, too distracted to see us loading the loot into the van." Molly: "Exactly. Timing: we enter at 2:55, hit the present table at 3:02, out by 3:10. That's five minutes, plenty of time for a quick escape." Bill: "What about the security cam? It's just a fake Teddy bear with a lens." Molly: "We covered it with glitter. He'll think it's a party decoration." Bill: "Brilliant. Let's meet at the ice cream truck, load the sacks, and drive off singing 'Happy Birthday' backwards." Molly: "Only if you promise not to eat the cake before we get away." Bill: "Scout's honor. Now, let's go make some kids cry... of joy."