Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD62KH21V29CQ0C4N6MAP5X

Molly spread the crumpled birthday invitation across the getaway car's dashboard like a treasure map. "Bill, this is it. Seven-year-olds, hyperactive, distracted parents, mountain of untouched Lego sets." Bill adjusted his clown nose, which squeaked mournfully. "Molly, we're too old for clown school and too young for federal prison for stealing Bluey merch." The plan was simple, stupid, and involved a bouncy castle diversion. "You create chaos in the ball pit, I grab the present table and we vanish." Outside the suburban house, thirty screaming children chased a harried magician. "That's our cue. Remember, act like hired entertainment, not desperate adult failures." Molly inflated her balloon dog until it resembled a panicked giraffe. "What if they ask us to actually make balloon animals? I only know existential dread." Bill sighed, opened the trunk, and revealed two tiny tuxedos and a sack labeled LOOT. "Relax. Kids love dread. Now let's steal their joy, literally." They high-fived, slipped on oversized shoes, and waddled toward destiny, capitalism, and cake. "If we get caught, we tell them it's performance art about property law." The doorbell rang, sounding suspiciously like a police siren. "Smile, Bill. We're terrible people." He smiled, revealing missing tooth and regret.