Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K5PC6KTVK03QAW0WJ1DWVF

Molly spread the crumpled birthday invitation across the getaway van dashboard while Bill attempted to inflate a balloon animal that resembled a distressed sausage. The target house was already vibrating with sugary chaos and shrieking five-year-olds. Their plan required precision, patience, and uncomfortable party hats. "Bill, the clown distracts them at three," Molly whispered. Bill nodded solemnly, his hat squeaking. He had cased the backyard and located the present table, piled high with brightly wrapped boxes beside a lopsided chocolate cake. "The dog guards the gifts," Bill muttered nervously. Molly rolled her eyes. The dog was a sleepy dachshund wearing a tutu. She outlined the final approach, involving the bounce house, a trail of juice boxes, and a swift exit through the side gate. Bill practiced his cheerful party voice, which sounded like a frightened pirate. Molly adjusted her stolen entertainer vest and checked her watch. Molly grinned. "We grab everything while they sing Happy Birthday?" Bill asked hopefully. She nodded, envisioning mountains of action figures and glitter glue. Outside, children chanted for cake, oblivious to the two absurd criminals preparing to commit the most ridiculous felony of their careers. The plan was terrible and absolutely perfect for two fools.