Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EMNEZDHTJ5M6CEPP6BVANE

Molly leaned against the fence. "Bill, I’ve reconnoitered the venue. They’ve got a slide, a sandbox, and a woman in yoga pants who looks like she could bench-press a car." Bill checked his watch. "I prefer entry through the gift bag. It’s softer." Molly sighed. "We need to steal the presents, not build a fort out of them. The party starts in twenty minutes, and every parent is currently arguing about whether the juice is organic or just expensive." Bill nodded. "Organic juice implies moral superiority. I can work with that. What’s the heist architecture?" Molly pulled a crumpled map from her hoodie. "We enter through the bounce house. It’s structurally irrelevant, which is perfect. Once inside, we blend with the chaos. I’ll wear a tutu and claim I’m a dance instructor." Bill frowned. "You look like a burglar in a tutu." Molly shrugged. "You look like a burglar who forgot his own name. Anyway, at 3:15 all the adults will be outside arguing about sunscreen while the children activate their gift-wrecking protocols." Bill pointed at a bright pink table. "That’s the treasure. Unicorn backpacks, a tablet that plays only farm sounds, and a gift card to a toy store." Molly grinned. "Exactly. We grab the high-value items, avoid anything with a microphone, and exit through the balloon arch before they notice the absence of presents." Bill checked his pockets. "I have a crowbar, a pair of sunglasses, and a half-eaten granola bar." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re a professional." Bill smiled. "Only after hours. Ready to ruin a child’s birthday?" Molly adjusted her tutu. "I’ve never been more ready. Let’s go before some dad starts filming us for social media." Bill followed her toward the bounce house. "Social media is the real enemy here." Molly whispered, "Remember, if we’re caught, we’re not thieves. We’re lost relatives who brought cupcakes. And your name is Gary." Bill nodded. "Gary. I hate Gary. Let’s move before Gary gets a crown."