Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H9NVR472H60N2BEMD6NXDQ

Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor. "The bouncy castle blocks the kitchen door, so we enter through the clown entrance." Bill blinked. "There is a clown entrance?" Molly said, "Every respectable party has one. It is beside the balloon arch, guarded by a piñata." Bill tapped his pencil. "I hate piñatas. They swing." Molly said, "Then do not swing back. We are professionals." He sighed. "What is the target?" Molly counted on her gloved fingers. "All presents. Every sock, toy, and suspiciously shaped lollipop." Molly said, "We arrive as entertainment. You are the magician." Bill said, "I am not a magician." Molly said, "You own a rabbit." Bill said, "That is a hamster named Kevin." Molly said, "Kevin is now a magical assistant. I am the face painter." Bill grinned. "You cannot paint faces." Molly said, "I can paint one face. Repeatedly." Molly slid a timetable forward. "Cake happens at two. Sugar chaos begins at two fifteen. We move at two sixteen." Bill studied the list. "What if the birthday child cries?" Molly said, "Give him a coupon for future theft." Bill said, "That is not child friendly." Molly said, "It is future friendly." Bill nodded. "What about the parents?" Molly said, "They will be distracted by tiny chairs and forced gratitude." Bill said, "And the clown?" Molly said, "The real clown arrives at three. By then we vanish." Molly rolled the map. "You distract them with balloons. I bag the gifts." Bill smiled. "I shall squeak them." Molly said, "Squeak with purpose." Bill said, "Molly, this may be our finest crime." Molly said, "Do not jinx it. Last time you jinxed a heist, we stole a birthday cake." Bill said, "It was delicious." Molly said, "It was evidence." Bill straightened his tiny hat. "For the children?" Molly said, "For the presents." Molly checked her watch. "The pony arrives at two thirty. We borrow its hat." Bill gasped. "We are stealing from a pony?" Molly said, "We are borrowing dignity. The pony has too much." Bill wrote this down. "What if the pony resists?" Molly said, "Offer it cake. Ponies love cake." Molly packed a glitter cannon. "If cornered, deploy sparkle." Bill pointed at the cannon. "Is that safe?" Molly said, "It is distracting. Children fear shine." Bill tucked in his sock. "What if someone asks for a balloon animal?" Molly said, "You make a straight thing and call it a worm." Bill said, "That is insulting to worms." Molly said, "We are thieves, not zoologists." Molly tied a fake moustache to a balloon. Bill polished his squeaky hammer. Outside, a child shrieked like a tiny alarm. Molly smirked. Bill gulped loudly. "Do we knock?" "No. We glide." "How do we glide?" "With confidence and stolen socks." "My socks are clean." "Then we fail. We need criminal socks." "Fine. I will wear two pairs." "Excellent. This party is already ours." "Molly, I feel fancy." "Fancy is our disguise." "Socks are deadly, Molly." "To the presents, dear Bill."