Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD68HBEZ37BZ6GAE6WAWRXS

Molly spread the blueprint across the van's dashboard. It showed a bouncy castle, a clown, and a suspiciously large pile of presents. "This is the lowest we've ever sunk, Molly." "Those kids invited a magician. We can steal real magic." Bill frowned from the driver's seat, holding a juice box. "Bill, there are forty wrapped presents in there. Forty!" The wind rattled the van as children screamed happily inside the community center. Bill sipped loudly and considered the moral implications for exactly two seconds. "Okay, but we need clown disguises. I ain't going as a balloon animal again." Molly pulled two rainbow wigs and a pair of enormous floppy shoes from her bag. "Perfect. I'll distract them with juggling. You grab the loot." Bill stared at the shoes, realizing they were size clown and also size regret. "What if the birthday boy cries?" "That's his problem. We have student loans." Molly honked a tiny horn. It squeaked pathetically. "Let's do this. Operation Birthday Burgle starts now!" They high-fived with white gloves. Silence. "Remember, no taking the cake." "I promise nothing. That frosting looks expensive and emotionally important." "You steal the Legos, I steal the dignity." "Deal." "Let's waddle." "We're terrible."