Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K4VQ68H70P804FCGCB65R6

Molly crouched behind the garden fence, peering at the bouncy castle. Bill unfolded his blueprint, which was actually a crumpled napkin. "Okay, so we go through the back gate during the piñata?" Molly whispered. "No, we dress as clowns and walk straight in," Bill said. "Bill, you are terrified of clowns," she hissed. "I am, but kids love them! Nobody suspects a sad clown," he replied. "And how do we carry twelve presents past screaming toddlers?" she asked. "We use the present sack. Santa style," he grinned. "That's insane. The parents hired a magician," she muttered. "Perfect. I will distract him while you grab the loot," he whispered. "Fine, but if I get stuck in that bouncy castle again, you owe me," she sighed. Bill nodded solemnly as a child screamed and cake flew everywhere. The wind lifted the napkin blueprint and plastered it against Bill's face. Molly yanked it off, revealing his poorly drawn escape route through the sprinkler system. She stared, unimpressed. "We are not army crawling through sprinklers," she snapped. "We will be soaked and dignified," he protested. He adjusted his nose. She checked her watch as the birthday song began. "Ready?" he asked. "Always," she answered.