Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HC47FP0QFVSEFYMXZHJXG6

Molly unfolded the crayon map beside the rusty white van. "The bouncy castle distracts every child at two sharp tomorrow." Bill adjusted his clown wig and winked at his reflection. "I bring extra sacks disguised as laundry from my aunt." She tapped the frosting sketch with one gloved yellow finger. "Do not touch the cake unless I signal with whistling." He gulped, remembering the birthday clown had very sharp elbows. "What if the magician notices us sneaking behind the presents?" Molly grinned, showing a chipped tooth from the previous job. "You compliment his rabbits until I open the garden gate." Bill polished his tiny harmonica while pretending to admire balloons. "These children have too many gifts for one tiny party." She straightened her party hat, entirely too serious for crime. "We redistribute joy, not steal, remember our very noble plan." He practiced a chuckle that sounded like nervous garden gnomes. "I already rehearsed my jolly laugh for all distracted parents." Molly snatched the cigar from his lips and crushed it. "Keep the balloons away from your cigar, you walking disaster." Bill grabbed the wagon handle, eyes glittering with greedy mischief. "Tonight, every present rides home in our spectacular stolen wagon."