Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF9VJAGBNTR25PJP6N7RWC

The brick wall behind the community center was crumbling like a stale cookie, which made climbing it considerably easier for Molly. Her boots found purchase in the crumbling mortar as she hopped the top, her dress swaying as she landed on the other side. "Easy as cake," she announced, looking back at Bill who was still struggling with the bottom of the wall. "Speak for yourself," he grunted from below, his face turning an alarming shade of red as his fingers scrabbled for another hold. "You didn't inherit your grandma's arthritis like I did." "Nobody asked you to come then," Molly said, helpfully offering a hand. Bill swatted it away. "We're partners, remember? Partners share the workload." "Partners also share the reward," Molly reminded him, watching as he finally heaved himself over the wall, his breath coming in heavy pants. "And today's reward is several dozen unwrapped Pokémon cards and a toy drum set that will drive us insane for days." "I'm more interested in the cake," Bill admitted, brushing the dust off his pants. "I heard Mrs. Henderson's husband is a renowned baker." "Focus, Bill," Molly said, peering through a gap in the shrubs that lined the center's wall. They could hear the sound of laughter and children's voices coming from the backyard. "party's happening right over there. You ready?" "As I'll ever be," Bill sighed, adjusting his glasses with trembling fingers. Molly rolled her eyes and led the way toward the fence that bordered the party area. She motioned for Bill to be quiet, not that he was much of a talker anyway, especially when he was nervous. "Remember the plan?" she whispered, pressing her back against the fence. "I distract the parents while you hit the present table. In and out in three minutes." "...What if I get caught?" Bill whispered back, his eyes darting around like panicked marbles. "What makes you think I'll wait for you?" Molly replied, giving him a saucy wink. "The partnership thing? The moral code?" Bill suggested, his voice cracking slightly. Molly sighed and patted his shoulder. "Fine. I'll wait. But not long. Now let's go." They peered through a small gap in the fence, watching as a group of children danced around a cake that looked suspiciously like an exploding volcano. Beside it sat a glittering mountain of presents, just waiting to be claimed. "Three minutes," Molly reminded him. Bill nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Three minutes," he echoed, though his voice sounded more like he was asking for confirmation rather than making a promise.