Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K58C1BGWFTCMCSKZH5K12A

Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the van dashboard, revealing a backyard, a bouncy castle, and a towering pile of presents. Bill adjusted his squeaky clown shoes and stared at the entry point marked with glitter pen. "Are you sure this is worth it, Molly? It's a five-year-old's birthday party." "We're not monsters, Bill. We're entrepreneurs. Those gifts are pure profit, untouched Lego sets." Bill frowned, his red foam nose wobbling as he pictured screaming children and angry mothers. "But there will be cake, a magician, and actual security. Karen's dad is a cop." "Perfect, you already look like the hired clown. You'll distract them while I grab the loot." "Seriously, Molly, what if they make us play pin the tail?" Molly folded the map and tossed Bill a bag of balloons and a fake mustache for backup. "Fine, but if we get caught, we're definitely on the naughty list forever. And I want cake." "Deal. You get chocolate frosting, I get the presents. Let's go steal a birthday." The van door squeaked open. Outside, distant children shrieked with joy, unaware that two very serious criminals were debating juice boxes. Bill honked his nose nervously, accidentally inflating a giraffe balloon.