Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5BGVNACQ07MQKPEVWFPW5

The van sat idling outside the community center, where a banner read "TIMMY'S 7TH BIRTHDAY BASH." Molly adjusted her clown nose and turned to Bill. "Remind me again how we became the kind of criminals who rob children." "We're not robbing children, we're robbing a gift table. There's a difference." Bill zipped up his mascot costume, transforming into a six-foot dinosaur. "Besides, the boss said the昱 presents were expensive." "The boss is afraid of clowns, so he sent us. There's the real crime." Molly checked her eyeliner in the mirror. "How do I look?" "Terrifying. Like a nightmare that escaped from a circus." "Perfect. You?" Bill looked down at his tail. "I've been better. This suit smells like old cheese and regret." "Just stick to the plan. You distract the kids, I bag the presents, we're out in ten minutes." "Right. And if a child asks me my name?" "Tell them your name is Steve." "Steve the Dinosaur?" "Kids love alliteration." Bill pulled on the dinosaur head and mumbled through the foam teeth. "If this goes wrong, I want you to know I blame you entirely." "That's the spirit, Steve." Molly grabbed two empty pillowcases and pushed open the door. "Now let's go ruin a birthday."