Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ019CNWX194VZR7T3KYEJ71

Molly peered through the bushes at the brightly coloured bouncy castle. "Okay, Bill. Operation Pinata Payday is a go. The presents are stacked under the table by the slide. Easy grab." Bill adjusted his ski mask, which was currently crooked and covering one eye. "Easy? Molly, it's a horde of sugar-fueled toddlers. They're basically miniature, unpredictable ninjas." "Focus, Bill. We're ninjas with a mission. Distraction first. Remember the plan?" Bill nodded vigorously. "The magic show! You're going to... do magic?" "I'm going to create a diversion. You're going to creep in, grab the loot, and meet me at the garden shed in sixty seconds. Got it?" "Got it. Creep. Grab. Shed. Sixty seconds." Bill pulled out a surprisingly large sack. "Ready for the haul." "Don't stuff the sack so full you can't run," Molly warned. "And remember, no touching the piñata. Those sticks are sharp." "Why would I touch the piñata?" Bill scoffed. "I'm a professional. I'm going for the good stuff. Lego, action figures, maybe some fancy art supplies." "Art supplies? Bill, we're stealing the presents. Not starting a craft club." Molly sighed. "Just get the presents. The wrapped ones." "Right. Wrapped ones. Got it." Bill shifted, knocking over a garden gnome. It clattered loudly onto the patio. "Oops." "Bill!!" "Sounded like a fairy tale monster!" Bill whispered frantically. "Maybe they'll think it's a goblin! Good distraction!" Molly facepalmed. "Stick to the magic. I'll start the disappearing coin trick. That usually works. You move now!" Bill crouched, waddling towards the patio like a penguin trying to sneak. He tripped over another gnome this time, sprawling forward with a muffled yelp. "Bill!" "Sorry! Slippery gnome!" He scrambled up, dusting himself off. He reached the patio edge, peered around the table. "Ooh, shiny wrapping paper. This one's definitely got the good stuff." He started grabbing handfuls, shoving them into his sack. Molly, standing near the bouncy castle, held up a coin. "Ladies and gentlemen! Behold! The magical coin... poof! Gone!" She pretended to palm it. A small child pointed. "Where's the coin?" "It vanished!" Molly announced grandly. "Into the ether! Look! Over there!" She pointed dramatically towards the shed. "A flying pig!" Several children gasped and turned. Bill, seeing his chance, grabbed the last few presents, his sack now bulging obscenely. He staggered towards the shed entrance. "Time's up, Molly!" Bill hissed, halfway there. "Almost done!" Molly yelled back, trying to herd more children towards the shed. "Flying pig! See him flap!" Bill reached the shed door, struggling with the sack. It caught on the frame. He tugged. It ripped open. Presents spilled out onto the grass. "Oh, come on!" Molly finally broke free. "Bill! Run!" They sprinted towards the shed, leaving a trail of discarded wrapping paper and one very confused child holding a half-eaten cookie, staring at the empty table. Bill slammed the shed door shut, panting. "We did it." Molly leaned against the door, catching her breath. "We tripped over gnomes, screamed like banshees, and dumped half the haul. Professional. Very professional." Bill grinned, pulling out a lollipop he'd apparently grabbed. "Worst. Ninjas. Ever." He unwrapped the lollipop. "But I got the art supplies."