Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K5P8DKTB3PQE4PWSQDNM9K

Molly crouched behind the hedge outside the Clown House, binoculars glued to the birthday chaos inside. "There are at least twenty presents by the cake," she whispered. Bill adjusted his fake mustache and peered over her shoulder. "Perfect. Kids cry, we get paid. Everybody wins except the kids." He grinned, already counting dollar signs in his head. "Bill, we are not stealing from toddlers dressed as pirates." Molly frowned at the tiny eye patches and foam swords. "Molly, we absolutely are. Pirates have the best loot." Bill said, pulling a large empty sack from his jacket. "Fine. You distract the clown while I grab the bags." She pointed toward the wobbly bounce house entrance nearby. "Why do I always get clown duty? Last time I smelled like greasepaint for a week." He groaned, remembering the squeaky nose and endless balloon animals. "Because you cry prettier than me when caught." Molly smirked and handed him a rubber chicken disguise. "Deal. But I get first pick of the good toys." Bill snatched the chicken, tucking it under his arm proudly. "No way. Losers weepers, finders keepers, partner." She rolled her eyes impatiently. "Okay, let's steal some birthday joy before nap time now."