Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H980JVBAPT1W44BNK4H87D

Molly adjusted her tinfoil hat while clutching a velvet sack labeled "Not Stolen." Bill fiddled with a detacher gadget disguised as a plastic dinosaur. The scent of frosting and desperate parenting permeated the basement air. Children screeched like banshees near the bouncy castle, their high-pitched joy vibrating through the floorboards. Molly checked her watch, a modified timer usually reserved for bank vaults. Molly tightened the elastic straps of her mascot costume, which smelled faintly of mildew and regret. "Three minutes until the cake inciting incident," she whispered. Bill nodded, sweat beading on his nose. He pointed a trembling finger at the mountain of wrapped boxes under the tree, each containing items worth less than their getaway van's tire pressure. "Initiate phase two. Grab the electronics. Ignore the socks. Leave the cat alone." The carpet felt greasy beneath their knees. The plan remained simple: wait for chaos, sweep, vanish. A balloon popped nearby, causing both criminals to dive behind a platter of carrot sticks. Smoke machines obscured their tactical approach. They were professionals, mostly. Well, they had once successfully swindled a clown out of his unicycle. Now, they just needed the good stuff. The Lego sets. The expensive dolls. Everything but the sock monkey.