Run: 2026-09-01-01M1ENYQK4VBX1VG875DFWBD5M

Molly leaned against the bakery wall, adjusting her Hello Kitty backpack. "Bill, I can't believe we're doing this." Bill tugged his black turtleneck. "Why not? Kids get presents. We get justice. Plus, that balloon arch is an obvious security flaw." "It's a birthday party, Bill. There are cupcakes and a magician," Molly said, glancing inside. "A magician is classic misdirection," Bill said, pulling out a crumpled map. "The gold-wrapped presents are in the backyard near the bounce house." Molly studied the damp map. "Bounce house. Legendary threat level." "We need disguises," she said. "I have pigtails." "You look like you want cake, not presents," Bill replied. "I want both." Molly pointed. "The presents are practically asking." Bill checked his watch. "Party starts at two. We go at one fifty-nine." "How do we get past the parents?" "Smile and say you're here for the piñata." "I don't do piñatas." "You do today." Molly sighed. "What about the dog?" "Dog? There's a dog?" "A golden retriever named Buster." "Of course there is." Bill produced treats. "We bribe Buster with these. They taste like regret." "Is that beef?" "Yes. And grief." Molly zipped her pack. "Plan: fence, grab presents, exit through bounce house." "Bounce houses are exits?" "If you're brave." Bill nodded. "If we get caught?" "We say we're collecting for Crime Awareness." "Brilliant." "One more thing." Molly paused. "The magician is named Crinkles." "We should run now," Bill said. "Too late. I see cupcakes." Bill groaned. "Run."