Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5T9SFMF9Q3MQGG1JWZFR0

The bouncy castle groaned under the weight of a dozen sugar-fueled demons. Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge. 'See the gift table? Blue wrapping, gold bow. That's the mark,' she whispered. Bill nervously adjusted his fake mustache, checking his reflection in a juice box. 'Are we seriously stealing presents from a seven-year-old?' Molly lowered the binoculars. 'We're not stealing. We're reallocating surplus. Unsupervised children's goods.' He snorted. 'That's a terrible justification.' 'It's the only one I've got,' she said, tapping her watch. 'The parents are clustering near the cake. That's our window.' Bill pointed at the clown, who was idly tying a balloon sword. 'And him? He sees everything.' Molly grinned wide. 'I've got a plan. Shaving cream pie, a wig, and a very specific distraction involving a poodle.' Bill pulled a lanyard from his pocket. 'Fine. But if I end up on a 'Wanted' poster at a daycare, I'm blaming you.' Molly patted his shoulder. 'That's the spirit. Now for phase two, we need a small accomplice. Look for a kid who looks bored.' Bill groaned and pointed at the birthday boy, who was crying in the corner. The birthday boy was a mess, icing smeared across his tear-streaked face. 'Him?' 'Perfect,' Molly said. 'He's already in costume.'