Run: 2026-03-18-01KM1GJ4CCBKPW6AJBWXAW26SQ

Night draped over the suburban backyard, where bright streamers flapped above a chorus of shrieking children. Molly crouched behind a plastic dragon, her gloved fingers itching for the loot. "Alright, here's the plan: we slip in when the magician finishes, scoop the presents, and dash out before the clown sneezes." Bill adjusted his oversized bow tie, eyes glittering with mischief. "You think the cake will keep the parents busy long enough?" Molly snorted, flicking a fake moustache. "Only if the clown actually sneezes; otherwise we rely on a sugar‑induced chaos." Bill chuckled, patting his belly. "Deal. I'll stall the host with a compliment about his tie, you grab the loot." They high‑fived, slipping through the garden gate like wind. "Remember, the code word is banana split if things go sideways." A gust of wind rattled the balloons, and the party music swelled, masking their footsteps. "If anyone asks, we are the clowns' assistants." Molly smirked, pulling a glittery hat from her pocket. "All right, stay sharp, and let's turn this birthday bash into a heist." The door burst open, a flood of tiny guests poured out, forcing thieves to improvise. Bill nodded. "Ready? Let's roll and steal the night together!"