Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HAN2PERBKXCWNY06BVAAJD

Molly unfolded the crayon map of the birthday venue, which was suspiciously similar to a pizza menu. The target: little Poppy’s garden party. The objective: every wrapped present, including the suspiciously light one labeled "Emergency Socks." Molly said, "The bouncy castle is our Trojan horse." Bill adjusted his tiny fake mustache and checked the schedule: cake, games, mandatory crying. He had prepared disguises as entertainers, though his balloon animal looked like a legal dispute. Bill replied, "I hate clowns." Molly reminded him they were not clowns, merely magicians with exceptional greed and a ladder. She marked the route: enter through the puppet theatre, bypass the juice boxes, avoid the goat, and extract gifts during Musical Statues. Molly whispered, "Grab the piñata." Bill nodded solemnly. "Bring extra bags." The piñata contained candy, but also possibly evidence, or more candy. Molly tucked glitter into her utility belt for emergencies, distractions, and dramatic effect. Bill pocketed a whistle he would absolutely blow by accident. Molly asked, "For glitter?" Bill said, "Obviously." Molly grinned. "Right." They toasted with empty juice boxes, then practiced looking innocent. It was terrifying. Somewhere beyond the fence, a child screamed about sharing, and both criminals shuddered in professional disgust.