Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HHQNMG4Y6JRA7D1XTDV0YB

Molly crouched behind a hedge and studied the birthday house. "The target is twelve presents under a bouncy castle." Bill adjusted his tiny goggles. "Twelve? That's barely a fortune." "Focus," Molly said. "One gift says wooden unicorn. Another says robot. That is basically two cars." Bill wrote on a napkin. "I'm confessing professionally. Suspected dogs." "We are not dogs," Molly hissed. "We are, according to notes, fierce and loyal to loot." Molly pointed at the garden. "Parents distracted by cake. Clown arguing. We enter after piñata." Bill nodded. "What's the alarm? A dog? A laser?" "A toddler named Kevin," Molly said. "Kevin cries at moved gifts." "Kevin sounds professional." "Kevin is our only security." Bill rubbed his chin. "Distract him with balloons, juice, or an adult." "First rule: never trust a bounce house." "Second rule: leave a pony if you take a unicorn." "We are not leaving a pony," Molly snapped. "Strong thighs." Molly glared. "Stealing all the presents." "All? Evil. Hats too?" "Hats are camouflage." Bill checked his watch. "What if presents contain books?" Molly paused. "Books are for lairs. Check cards." "We cannot steal cards." "Then how know candy?" "We don't. Thrill." Bill drew a plan. "Molly scales hedge. Bill asks bathroom. We grab loot." "Can you ask?" "I have urgent face." "Urgent, not suspicious." "Urgent suspicious since 1997." Molly sighed. "Inside, bag presents quietly." "Robot says thanks if kicked." "Do not kick." "Roll it like bowling ball." "This is disaster with wrapping paper." Bill held up candy-striped gloves. "Matching gloves." Molly looked. "Wrong gloves." "Birthday gloves." "Party Pooper." "Code name." Molly took gloves. "Seven. Signal at cupcakes." "What signal?" "Spit cherry." "No." "Like ruby. Poetry." Molly stared. "We steal, escape bouncy castle, no notices." "Kevin?" "Leave marked Christmas present." "Cruelest plan ever." "Married me?" "Proposing." "With unicorn?" "Unicorn and heart." Bill stood. "For loot." Molly adjusted her sparkly watch. The party lights made the hedge glow like a disco cake. She imagined presents sliding into bags, parents blaming cake fog, and the clown surrendering his nose to fate. Bill stood with knees together, looking like a serious garden gnome. His shoes squeaked twice, and Molly shot him a glare. He froze, holding one finger up. The wind smelled of vanilla and regret. Inside, a song started badly. Molly's heart beat faster. Bill's belt jingled with stolen party noise, tiny bells that should have been left at home. She counted them and added them to the danger list. A moth slapped the garden lamp, proving insects wanted a cut. The bouncy castle shivered behind a tarp. A child shouted for sugar, and Molly felt old. Bill leaned close. "Ready?" Molly stared at him, then at the presents glowing through lace curtains. "Do we take books?" Bill asked. "Only candy books," Molly said. "With pictures." Molly pulled him behind a hedge as frosting light flickered and tiny plastic swords rattled inside the gift pile. She smiled. Bill looked terrified. Party music played badly. A robot laughed inside. They vanished.