Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5BMC1R4RYDXD08N7ST3C9

Molly crouched behind the hedge, adjusting her binoculars. Beyond her, a bouncy castle swayed in the wind, guarded by nothing more than a paper banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMMY. She studied the layout with the seriousness of a general surveying a battlefield. Balloon arches, a dessert table, apile of presents stacked beneath a rainbow pinata like treasure awaiting plunder. Bill emerged from the bushes covered in leaves and something that smelled distinctly of fruit punch. He brushed himself off, failed, and settled into a crouch beside her. They waited, breathing in sync, professionals of the highest order. Somewhere, a clown honked a horn. Molly flinched. Bill didn't, though his jaw tightened at the sight of the piñata swaying above their target. They began the approach, low and silent, moving between lawn ornaments. A garden gnome watched them with painted, judgmental eyes. At the fence, Bill gave her a leg up. Molly vaulted over, landing in a perfect roll behind the snack table. Bill followed, less gracefully, knocking over a stack of juice boxes. A mother turned. They froze. She smiled and waved, assuming they were parents. Molly waved back, then silently began filling her sack.