Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HFRNJE7N8JYFSN2PACN8J

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, balancing her notepad on one knee. She wore a tutu over her black turtleneck, a disguise she had been regretting since the parking lot. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which kept sliding into his mouth. He spat out a stray hair and surveyed the chaotic birthday festivities with a sense of professional dread. Sixty children shrieked across the lawn, their faces smeared with frosting and existential dread. "Sixty gift bags," she whispered. Molly consulted her hand-drawn diagram, a detailed map of the snack table and gift area. She tapped a tiny skull sticker she'd placed over the entertainer's face in crayon. The plan was simple: cause a distraction, snatch the loot, vanish before cake. Bill had questioned stealing from children, but Molly reminded him that sugar-fueled toddlers made unreliable witnesses. "You grab the presents," she instructed. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clown's gonna be a problem." Molly checked her watch. The clown was already waddling toward the piñata, honking his rubber nose with aggressive enthusiasm. Somewhere, a parent shrieked as a toddler launched into a sugar-fueled rampage. Molly snapped her notepad shut and stood, brushing grass from her tutu. "Time to be monsters," she announced.