Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HH2F82J433DTVPG4TSNWRQ

Molly crouched behind the recycling bin, checking her watch. Bill arrived in a tuxedo and inflatable arm floaties. "Do you need the floaties?" Bill asked. "It's called stealth," Molly said. "We're in a backyard." "Exactly. No witnesses but cake." Bill pointed at the gift table. "There are thirty presents." "Twenty-nine. One has a cursed yo-yo." "Why?" "His mother is chaotic." Bill pulled a tiny grappling hook from his pocket. "I brought the hook." Bill tugged a tiny smoke bomb. "I also brought confetti." Molly frowned. "That's not smoke." "It is festive smoke." "Are we stealing presents or launching a parade?" "Both, if the clown cooperates." Molly sighed and wrote a note. Bill pocketed his candy. Molly checked her clipboard. "Budget: two gummy bears." "We'll split them fairly." "Only if one is red." "Excellent. We ascend the jungle gym, rappel over the castle, and scoop every ribbon-tied box into the duffel." "What about parents?" "Blame the piñata." Molly tossed a candy-colored decoy onto the patio table. "Misdirection." "That looks like a donkey having a seizure." "Perfect. Let's move before it becomes suspicious." Molly crept toward the swing set. Bill fumbled with a net bag. "Smoke pellets?" "We're stealing toys, Bill, not overthrowing France." "The plan calls for theatrical exit." "The plan calls for avoiding Aunt Linda." Molly nodded solemnly. "Aunt Linda is the true villain." They reached the fence. Children shrieked while a clown juggled rubber chickens. A toddler spotted them and screamed. "That isn't part of the heist," Bill whispered. "It's a hostage situation." "Is the hostage a cake?" "The cake is also a hostage." Molly grabbed a box with a unicorn. Bill swept three gifts into the bag. "Remember the rule." Molly adjusted her mask. "What rule?" Bill asked. "We take only unopened gifts." "That's generous." "It's ethical looting." "The presents have feelings." "Yours does." Molly grabbed the robot quickly. "It winked at me." "I'm a professional thief." "You're a professional child." "Take the big blue one." "I can't. It has expectations." Molly grabbed it anyway and stuffed the duffel very tight, then grinned with pride. The clown turned. Bill yanked the duffel over his shoulder. "Abort?" "Never." Molly snatched a present shaped like a shark. "Those are cookies." "All loot is loot." Bill dragged her away as the toddler launched a streamer like a missile. It wrapped around his face. He crashed into the bouncy castle and bounced upward, holding the gift bag like a parachute. Molly ran beneath him, catching falling presents. "This is a terrible plan," Bill shouted from above. "It's beautiful. You're elevating the operation," Molly called. Aunt Linda appeared with a spatula. Molly bowed. "Thank you for the party." Bill bounced past, yelling apologies. Molly tossed the shark cookie into a bush. Behind the recycling bin, they counted the loot. "Twenty-six gifts," Molly said. "Twenty-seven," Bill corrected. "The cursed yo-yo." "It followed me home." Molly examined a robot. "We're rich." Bill held up a stuffed cat. "This one winks." "Of course. That's our cut."