Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXA3AHWDETV42TPE2MM53V

Molly crouched behind the hydrangea bush, binoculars trained on the bouncing castle while Bill struggled to fit his enormous frame into a stolen clown costume two sizes too small. The seams groaned in protest. Across the lawn, a swarm of seven-year-olds orbited a folding table piled high with glittering, ribbon-wrapped treasure, each present a small fortune of unopened plastic and goodwill. "The cake's the diversion," Molly whispered. Bill nodded, honking his red nose accidentally and freezing as a toddler turned to stare. She had calculated everything: the piñata would burst at precisely three o'clock, releasing a candy avalanche that would send the children into a feeding frenzy, leaving the gift table gloriously unguarded. They would swoop in, load the loot into Bill's oversized juggling sack, and waddle to the getaway minivan disguised as the entertainment. The plan was flawless, ignoring the minor detail that Bill was allergic to face paint and his cheeks had begun swelling like overripe tomatoes. Molly handed him an antihistamine, which he swallowed dryly, eyes watering. A mother approached, clipboard in hand, suspicious of the two adults lurking near the shrubbery. Molly plastered on a grin. "We're the magicians," she lied smoothly. Bill, sweating profusely, attempted a magic trick and dropped everything.