Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HC61NDJVMX9ZH7P0GV9ZPJ

Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor, where glitter stickers marked the bouncy castle, cake table, and present mountain. Bill wore a clown nose he refused to explain. The birthday invitations promised piñatas, juice boxes, and catastrophic sugar levels. Their target: every gift, before the kids noticed. "Pass me the wrapping paper," Molly said. Bill saluted with a spatula. He had practiced looking harmless, which mostly meant hiding his crowbar inside a giant stuffed unicorn. Molly rehearsed her excuse: entertainment inspectors. Nobody questioned adults carrying clipboards, especially near frosting. Across the street, a banner read LUCY TURN SIX. Molly counted thirty balloons, one exhausted parent, and a magician whose wand looked suspiciously like a chopstick. "Too many witnesses," Bill whispered. Molly adjusted her hat disguise. Their plan required entering during musical chairs, grabbing sacks marked FOR LUCY, and escaping through the alley while everyone screamed over missing cupcakes. Bill had packed snacks, gloves, and a piñata, just in case. Bill squeaked, adjusting his enormous shoe, while Molly sighed. "I brought emergency glitter and tiny false mustaches, Molly." "We go now," Molly said. They tiptoed toward the yard, armed with gift bags, until a tiny voice demanded their badges.