Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HHW4QXRABEXC2DQH5K8REB

Molly adjusted her balaclava, which had a small unicorn on it because camouflage was for amateurs. Bill patted the empty sack on his back, then checked the lockpick set hidden inside a juice box. They crouched behind a hedge decorated with balloons shaped like smiling animals. The house hummed with sugar, shrieks, and a playlist stuck between songs about friendship. Through the window, a mountain of presents waited beside a bouncy castle, each box ribbed like a cake. Molly: "The clown van is our getaway." Bill: "It smells like cheese and regret." Molly: "We will steal every gift." Bill: "Excellent, obviously." Molly: "Perfect." Then they studied the guest list taped to the door: thirty toddlers, four exhausted adults, one dog named Chairman Meow.