Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HAX595C3Z7B3R8P5J260WS

They had spent three weeks studying the birthday fortress: a bouncy castle, a piñata lookout, and six sticky toddlers patrolling the gift table. Molly had forged a glittery vendor badge, while Bill had memorized the exact squeak of the party gate. Their plan relied on a vanilla distraction, a puppet emergency, and a wagon with suspiciously deep compartments. Outside, balloons bobbed like tiny informants. Inside, wrapped loot waited beneath a tablecloth printed with cartoon sharks. Molly checked her candy-cam. Bill adjusted his suspenders, which were absolutely not filled with backup wrapping paper. The doorbell chimed. Somewhere a child screamed for pizza. The heist clock began ticking. Molly spread the crayon blueprint across the van floor. "We enter as magicians, not clowns." Bill polished a tiny wand. "I hate rabbits." Molly tucked a stolen invitation beside a frosting gun. "Then bring cake, not balloons." Bill frowned at his pocket watch. "Cake is heavier." Molly winked. "Deliciously heavier." Bill nodded. "Right." Molly raised three gloved fingers, then two, then one, because dramatic countdowns were cheap and free. Bill swallowed. The gate squeaked exactly as predicted. Children gasped. A magician entered. A cake followed. Presents trembled. The birthday loot was doomed almost immediately.