Run: 2026-03-18-01KM1GA8A09TNW8TWJA10HRB0T

Midnight drizzle clung to the bright bounce house as Molly and Bill crouched behind a stack of balloon arches, surveying the chaotic playground of the town's annual birthday gala. The invitations promised a circus of clowns, a glittering magician, and mountains of glittering presents arranged on a long table like trophies. Their plan was as absurd as it was simple: slip in during the final act, dodge the sugar‑crazed toddlers, and vanish with the loot before the parents could raise a sing‑song alarm. Molly checked her watch, a chipped plastic thing that had survived three previous heists, and nudged Bill with a grin. She whispered, "Wait until the magician finishes, then we scoop the loot." Bill muttered, "I’ll stash the glitter bags, you snag the sweet treats." The sound of a squeaky saxophone blared from the nearby stage, and a sudden burst of confetti erupted, covering the duo in a glittering snowfall that made them look like undercover elves. With a wink, they slipped through the back door, their steps muffled by the muffled giggles of children chasing each other across the room. Molly adjusted her cap, Bill flicked a tiny glitter bomb, and they slipped away into night quietly.