Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GSBYQ64TCGFW07TJA7M8HH

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, binoculars raised. Bill slid down beside her, wheezing from his crawl through the petting zoo. Below, children shrieked while a clown mangled balloons. "Twelve kids, one clown, and the gift table's by the fence," Molly whispered. "I'll go distract the clown. Clowns love me." "You're terrified of clowns, Bill." "Fear is a powerful motivator, Molly." She pulled a crumpled map from her apron, marked in crayon. "Here's the plan. We pose as caterers, stuff the presents into this garbage bag, and slip out during the piñata." "What's inside the piñata?" "Candy, Bill. Stop salivating." "What if a kid sees us?" "Then we're the entertainment. Just improvise." He wiped his mouth and held up two aprons. "I got our disguises." Molly squinted at the stitching. "These say Gary's Shrimp Boat." "Catering comes in many flavors." "That's not how flavors work." She snatched the apron anyway. Rent was due, and crime waits for nobody. Molly stuffed the bag into her waistband and raised three fingers. "On my count. One, two—" "Can we get shrimp after this?" She lowered her fingers and sighed. Across the lawn, the clown had stopped mid-balloon and was waving directly at them.