Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HH7S6A72BFQW1K9F0NKX7Z

Molly eyed the backyard, streamers snapping. Bill scanned the gift table, grinning greedily. They whispered like villains planning chaos together. "Bill, did you see that pony-shaped piñata?" "Only the one full of candy? No, wait, the one filled with tiny drones." "Tiny drones?" "They unlock gifts. Adults never notice." "What about the children?" "Kids scream. Perfect distraction." "That is evil, Molly." "It is comedy. Also profitable. Now, when the magician says presto, we—" "We?" "We enter with a cart." "What cart?" "Inflatables. I stole one." "Already?" "I am committed. We hide inside, then roll to the presents." "The presents are behind a cake." "Perfect. Sugar obscures judgment. We take the wrapped boxes first." "What about the expensive electronics?" "Those get stuffed into a piñata shell. No one suspects festive technology." "And afterward?" "We exit before the clown gets offended." "The clown?" "He finally owes me for the broken balloon animal." "He is our lookout. Very persuasive makeup." "Molly, this is insane." "Insane works. Bring the glitter bag." "What will I do with glitter?" "Throw it everywhere. Children adore chaos. We need more of it than they can handle." "Should we apologize?" "Not yet. We apologize at the end, in handcuffs."