Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8ZQJJFKBT865RAPFDV1RH9

Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of colorful balloons strung across the party tent. The air smelled of cotton candy and frosting, and laughter spilled from inside like a clumsy tide. Bill adjusted his ridiculous clown wig, muttering about the itch while Molly scanned the ground for loose wires. They needed to slip in while the magician distracted the crowd with rabbits and scarves. "Right," she whispered, "we move when the candles go out on the cake. You distract, I grab the bags." Bill nodded too hard, nearly toppling the wig. They rehearsed the timing twice more, Molly counting seconds in her head, Bill practicing a silly bow. The tent lights flickered once. Molly patted the empty sack at her hip and gave him a final look. Bill took a breath and shuffled forward, shoes squeaking. Molly waited in shadow, listening. The plan, ridiculous as it was, was already unfolding.