Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EM4ZMTB7NJ1CXYZYV1AK0P

Molly adjusted her black gloves beneath the flickering neon birthday banner and pointed at the inflatable castle. "Bill, every present is trapped behind the superhero cake." Bill squinted through the hydrangea hedge, clutching a stolen invitation. "I count twelve children, forty juice boxes, and one clown wearing a silent alarm on his forehead." "Clown is a decoy," Molly whispered, adjusting her hair clip. "The real security is that mother with the laser stare. We enter through the sandbox." "We have no ladder." "We have lies." Molly pulled out a hair clip, a balloon pump, and a stolen birthday card. "You distract the clown; I swipe the toys." Bill sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Last time you swiped my sandwich." "Last time you tried to steal a goldfish. This is professional." Molly checked her watch. "We have twenty minutes until the piñata breaks and everyone sees us hauling a trampoline." Bill nodded slowly. "If this fails, I blame the clown." "I already told him you're his cousin." "That was mean." "It was strategic." Molly crouched at the fence. "On three. One, two—" The birthday music blared from a cheap speaker. The door swung open. A child shouted, "Are you the clown?" Bill froze. "No, I'm the robber." Molly shrugged. "We can still steal the presents if we move fast."