Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD67FQJQTA8XJ3VB9Z1JE23

Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle, where a clown was being loudly heckled by seven-year-olds. Bill was stuffing his pockets with balloons, claiming it was camouflage. The plan was simple: sneak in as party entertainers, stuff every present into the piñata, and walk out whistling. Bill had spent the morning gluing a fake mustache to his chin, which now pointed vaguely left, making him look like a walrus that had given up. Molly wore a fairy costume she refused to explain. They watched the birthday boy tear through wrapping paper like a small, feral badger, and Bill sighed with something close to professional admiration. A bouncy castle deflated mysteriously, and both pretended not to notice the other adjusting their escape route. The cake was enormous, suspiciously so, and Molly suspected the parents were laundering money through buttercream. "The presents are our priority," Molly whispered. "And the cake?" Bill asked. "Fine. The cake too." "You're the best partner ever." "Don't get sentimental in the hedge, Bill." Somewhere inside, a child screamed about a magician. The two thieves nodded at each other, straightened their disguises, and marched toward the patio like heroes of crime.