Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H579WMQDQH0V5EA913MGQ2

Molly pressed her face against the frosted window of the community center, watching balloons bob across the ceiling. "Bill, look at this. Clowns. They hired actual clowns." "That's a problem. I have a documented fear of clowns." "You have a documented fear of everything. That's why I carry the crowbar." Bill adjusted his ski mask, which had a smiley face drawn on it. "The guest of honor turns seven at three o'clock. Cake at three-thirty. That's our window." "You want to rob a birthday party during cake?" "Presents are unattended, everyone's singing, and the parents are filming." Molly nodded slowly. "It's beautiful. It's disgusting, but it's beautiful." "There's a bouncy castle in the courtyard. I'm thinking escape route." "You're thinking you want to use the bouncy castle." "Both things can be true." A clown inside spotted them at the window and waved enthusiastically. Bill screamed. "Molly, he saw us." "He waved, Bill. Children wave. Go wave back." Bill waved like a man defusing a bomb. The clown waved harder. "Okay, new plan. We go in dressed as parents." "Where do we get parents' costumes?" "Sweater vest, disappointed expression. You're halfway there." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if a clown touches me, I'm keeping the presents as emotional damages."