Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ01RX2P9Y71KVNBDNMB5STJ

Molly peered through the bushes, scanning the backyard. "Alright, Bill. Observations?" Bill adjusted his oversized sunglasses. "Big inflatable bouncy thing. Very bouncy. Clown blowing up balloons. Looks constipated." "Focus, Bill. Security?" "Clown's got mean eyes. And little kids everywhere. Fast. Sticky." Molly sighed. "The presents. Where are they?" "Inside the house. Near the kitchen. Big pile. Wrapped shiny." "Good. Entry point?" Bill pointed a gloved finger. "Back door. Propped open by the recycling bin. Easy." Molly nodded, pulling a tiny notebook from her pocket. "Phase one: Distraction. You're on clown duty." Bill gasped. "Me? With the balloon animal guy? He bites, Molly. Saw him bite a kid once." "He did not. You lure him away from the front. Use your charm. Or that terrible magic trick you bought online." "Card tricks! Right!" Bill beamed, patting his pockets. "I'll make his pants disappear! Metaphorically!" "Don't actually make anyone disappear, Bill. Or get arrested. Phase two: You create a diversion near the presents." "How? Yell 'Free candy!'?" "Bill, no. Too obvious. Wait until I signal. Then... trip over the recycling bin. Loudly." "Trip? That's my specialty! My middle name is Grace!" "It's Bill. But fine. Trip spectacularly. Knock over the cake stand. Not the actual cake. Stand." "Got it. Stand. Cake safe. Then?" "Then I slip in. Grab the pile. Meet you at the van. Simple." Bill scratched his head. "Simple? Like stealing cookies from a baby? But... what if the clown comes back?" "We'll have a ten-minute head start. Long enough to load the van and enjoy the chaos." Molly checked her watch. "Party starts in five. Positions." Bill crept towards the clown, practicing card shuffles. Molly melted into the shadows, watching the back door. Suddenly, Bill tripped spectacularly over the recycling bin, sending it crashing against the back door. "Aaaah! My ankle! And your recycling! Oh no!" The clown glared. Molly slipped silently into the house. Seconds later, Bill yelled, "FREE CANDY IN THE GARAGE!" Children squealed and stampeded. Inside, Molly saw the pile: glittery boxes, ribbons, a suspiciously lumpy one shaped like a unicorn. "Score," she muttered, hefting the load. "Bill, move!" Bill limped towards the van, grinning. "Did you see that trip? Oscar-worthy! Did you get the presents?" "All of them," Molly panted, shoving the pile in. "Except the unicorn. Looked heavy. Let's go before the cake falls." Bill fired up the van, tires squealing. "That wasn't so hard," he chirped. "Next job, maybe a bank vault?" Molly stared at him. "Bill, we just stole from a five-year-old's birthday party." "So?" Bill grinned. "They'll get more toys. We get... uh... well, the thrill! And maybe some cake if you didn't knock it down. Did you knock it down?"