Run: 2026-03-18-01KM099D4TWKG1NJ7M5K1H0WWK

Outside the house, Molly used the hedge as a runway, leaving mint crumbs. Bill followed, dragging a toolbox that rattled like coins in a sock. Inside the living room, lights flashed over frosting and a mountain of presents. Molly checked her stolen badge: BIRTHDAY POLICE, glitter font. Bill rolled his shoulders and aimed a glow-stick at the side door sensor. It blinked, then went green, as if the house approved. They slid through the opening and crouched by the gift table. The bows looked hungry, and Bill’s hands twitched toward crime. A timer in the hall hummed, counting down panic. "Bill, we only take presents, not toys already hugged." "Relax, I’ll lift gently; I’m basically a librarian for thieves." "If a kid asks questions, you answer with more questions." "I can do that; I’m great at interrogating balloons." "Bag duty for you, hat duty for me, okay?" "My hat is ready; it screams 'totally innocent' loudly." "Which presents first, the big dinosaur or the tiny trains?" "Start with dinosaurs; they distract adults with their roar." "When the timer hits seven, we sprint like birthday confetti." "And if we’re caught, we blame the cake committee!" "Now pick, before squeaky-dog patrols again."