Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H58N8ZCY367ZVYYQVV6CVV

Molly crouched behind the dumpster, adjusting her ski mask, which still had a pom-pom on it from last Christmas. Bill, her partner of twelve years and twice as many disasters, peeked around the corner at the community center strung with balloons. "This is rock bottom," Molly whispered. Bill nodded solemnly. "Rock bottom pays in toys." They had both hit hard times, and the children's birthday party advertised on the flyer had promised, in aggressive glitter font, a mountain of unattended presents. Bill had done reconnaissance, posing as a balloon artist for three days. He'd learned to make giraffes. The plan was elegant: Molly would cut the power, Bill would grab the gifts, and they'd escape in the getaway van, which was technically a minivan with a "World's Okayest Grandma" bumper sticker. At exactly four o'clock, Molly pulled the breaker switch. The party lights died. Screaming children delighted in the chaos. Bill slipped in through the emergency exit wearing a mascot head shaped like a suspicious wolf. Inside, he found the gift table and stuffed presents into a sack. Unfortunately, his tail caught fire on the birthday candles. "I'm on fire," Bill announced calmly. "You're always on fire," Molly said, dragging him out. They escaped with thirty-one presents, one burning tail, and a new enemy: a very observant five-year-old named Sophie, who had seen everything and taken notes.