Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GSEZXA740JX1XGDDTRP7WM

Molly crouched behind the hedge. "Bill, why are you wearing a balaclava?" "It's a heist, Molly. Heists require balaclavas." "It's a six-year-old's party." "Professionalism doesn't have an age minimum." "We're stealing presents from children." "Repurposing. We're repurposing presents." "From children, Bill." "You keep saying that like it changes the plan." "Because it should! There will be a clown." "Clowns are just security in makeup." "There's a bouncy castle." "Which we'll avoid. Or use. Depends on the exit strategy." "There is no exit strategy. It's a garden." "Gardens have gates. Gates are exits." "I still say we case the interior first." "We've cased it. It's a living room with a cat." "And the cat?" "Hostile. Possibly armed." "Also, you're allergic to balloons." "One balloon, Molly. One balloon. In 2011." "You swelled up like a parade float." "Which makes me the distraction, doesn't it? I float in, they panic, you bag the loot." "These are children. They're not 'loot.'" "Fine. You bag the... gifts of joy." "Bill, I'm wearing a tutu." "Commitment, Molly. Commitment." Bill adjusted his balaclava. "Why are we even doing this?" "Debts, Molly. Terrible, Sudoku-related debts." "You owe money over Sudoku?" "Don't ask questions I can't answer in a garden." Somewhere, a clown honked. Bill flinched.