Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD675CC64ZBN14VZPG49FKP

Outside the bakery window Molly drew a map on a napkin while Bill buttered a roll like it owed him money. Across the street balloons bobbed over the fence of number six where tiny shoes squeaked toward treasure. Molly tapped the napkin with one dramatic finger. "We tiptoe in at cake time, grab the shiny boxes, and leave before the clown notices." Bill nodded so hard his hat fell off. "Brilliant, except clowns notice everything, and my knees squeak when I steal from toddlers." A magician across the room produced a rabbit from a cake and both thieves gasped with professional respect. "Wear rubber soles, bring the duck wagon, and remember wrapping paper is louder than guilt." "Fine, but if a balloon pops, I am hiding inside the gift table like a coward." Then the birthday song began off key and Molly folded the map into a swan. "No hiding, no crying, no tasting frosting unless it helps morale." Bill saluted the swan. "Morale loves frosting, and so do I, captain." "Then we are criminals with snacks, not monsters, understood?" "Understood, mostly." They looked very sneaky and completely obvious simultaneously. "Good. Bill, stop winking at the piñata." "Old habits."