Run: 2026-07-09-01KX411M4Q336AQP1TM80RD1E2

Molly spread a crayon map across the bonnet of their suspiciously cheerful ice cream van. “Right, we enter disguised as entertainers, locate the presents, and leave before anyone requests balloon dentistry.” Bill studied it upside down, wearing a balloon hat that slowly squeaked itself into a giraffe. “I object to the disguise. This moustache tastes like wallpaper, and my trousers contain enough confetti to expose us.” Inside the community hall, children shrieked, music thumped, and fifty glittering presents waited beneath a cardboard castle. “Your trousers exposed us in Brighton, and they contained no confetti. Stick to the plan. At three, start juggling.” Molly tapped the emergency exit with a licorice stick. “I cannot juggle. I can throw three objects upward and apologize when gravity returns them to their rightful owners.” Bill frowned as sprinkles slid from his borrowed moustache. “Perfect. While everyone ducks, I grab the gifts. Remember, only wrapped boxes. No bicycles, puppies, or unusually festive grandmothers.” A tiny pirate appeared at the window, pressed his nose to the glass, and stared. Both thieves froze. The pirate raised a foam sword. “And if a child recognizes us?” Molly smiled weakly and waved. “Improvise badly.” He licked glass, then vanished.