Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HJA6N5BZP6TSWGVAC2ZX0S

Molly crouched behind a giant inflatable frog. Her backpack clinked with zip ties and stolen cookie trays. "The bouncy castle is our north wall. The clown is the alarm." Bill emerged from a hedge, wearing a yellow chicken suit stuffed with fake eggs and genuine mischief. "And snack table is south. What about cake?" He pointed at the house where twenty presents sat beneath a rainbow banner. "Grab wrapped boxes only. No hats. No glitter." Party streamers fluttered like warning flags. "I packed pudding cups. Professional thieves hydrate." A tiny girl screamed about balloons. "Hide the loot inside your chicken suit." Molly pulled Bill into shadow. "You are a poultry vault, Bill. This is genius." She checked her watch. "Before the sangria, we liberate the shiny." Bill checked his pudding pockets. "Only steal presents. Joy is incidental." The clown fart joke echoed across the lawn. "We move when the toddler screams unicorn." The parents laughed too loudly. "Then we breach the party like raccoons." That was the signal. "My cover is a disgruntled mascot chicken." Both thieves smiled. "Perfect. Hide the bags and look furious." They crept toward the bouncy castle together. "Should we bring a wagon for dignity?" "Yes."