Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFDGC8QXRFXPERBR84CYFZT

The afternoon sun shone through backyard banners. Molly adjusted her clown nose, checking her reflection in a window. Bill leaned against the van, watching children chase bubbles near the lawn. They whispered their plan, careful not to draw attention from hovering parents. "Alright, Bill, we hit the party at three, right when the magician pulls the rabbit out of his hat—kids will be screaming, parents distracted." Molly glanced at the clowns near the cake table. "That's solid. I'll park the van two blocks away, slip in through the service door behind the cake table." Bill nodded, eyes scanning the fence for a gap. "Good. I'll wear the clown nose disguise; it'll let me blend with the entertainers and snag the gift table while they're busy with the balloon twist." Molly tightened the strap on her duffel bag. "Just remember, we only take the wrapped presents, leave the loose toys; less chance of a kid noticing missing stuff." Bill checked his watch, the seconds ticking toward the scheduled chaos. Molly smirked, imagining the silent haul. Bill tapped his fingers on the van's side. "After that, we meet at oak, split the loot, and celebrate." Molly grinned, already picturing the pizza waiting.