Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCWSPGM1QT9V2R1NA9ZTN8H

Molly flattened the map across the stolen cafeteria table, stabbing a red circle. The lights buzzed like bees. Outside, traffic hissed. "Party starts at two." Bill chewed licorice, scattering crumbs on his thrift-store blazer. A coffee stain shaped like Italy marked his lapel. "We hit at two-oh-three." "It's a toddler's birthday, Bill. There's already a dancing dinosaur." "Extinct. Easy outrun." Molly tapped the present table in red ink. Rain tapped the window behind her. "Thirty-two gifts. Parents photograph juice boxes." "We need sacks." "I got gym bags." She kicked the duffel. "They smell like failure." Bill snapped his gloves. "I'm the magician." "You can't do magic." "I'm mysterious. You steal." "Balloon artist." "My thumbs have dignity." "Dignity won't pay rent." Molly folded the map and pocketed it. "Make a giraffe, clear the table, vanish before they sing." "Why avoid cake?" "Singing means phones. Not memes." Bill checked the lock. "Dog?" "Bacon." "That solves barking." "Not ethics. Memorize the exit." "Yeah?" "Don't make it obscene." "I make artistic choices."