Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K607MYKGR3MA7HXK8YQXT7

Rain drummed on the van roof as Molly spread crayon maps across the dashboard. Bill chewed cold pizza and stared at the suburban house glowing across the street. "Bill, I am telling you right now that stealing birthday presents is genius." "Molly, are you completely insane? They are for five year olds." He groaned loudly and wiped crumbs from his fake mustache. "Exactly. No security, no alarms, no guard dogs. Just cake and juice boxes." "There will be parents, Molly. Parents with phones and cameras and very loud screaming voices." Molly laughed and tossed him a rainbow wig that smelled faintly of frosting. "Relax. We dress as clowns. Nobody questions clowns at a kids party." "I hate clowns. Last time the nose squeaked and that toddler bit me." Outside children screamed with joy while balloons thumped against the sunny fence. "That is why you get the big presents, and I distract with balloon animals." "I cannot make balloon animals. I can barely make a balloon not pop." Bill sighed deeply, pulling the itchy costume over his tired shoulders. "Fine. You do face paint. You paint a flower and grab the loot." "Molly, what kind of loot are we talking? Plastic dinosaurs and socks?" Molly lowered her voice and pointed at the gift table piled extremely high. "Do not underestimate rich kids. Last year Timmy got a tablet and a gold bracelet." "Okay, okay. What time is this tiny terrible crime happening?" A small dog barked furiously as music started and parents gathered near the cake. "Saturday at two. backyard, bouncy castle, twenty screaming kids, one gift table." "How do we carry everything? We cannot roll in with a moving van." Bill shook his head, but his eyes lingered greedily on the colorful wrapped boxes. "We bring a giant teddy bear costume with a hollow belly. Classic Trojan teddy." "You want me to wear a sweaty teddy suit in June for plastic dinosaurs?" Molly nudged him hard with her elbow and whispered quickly. "Stop complaining. You owe me after the library fundraiser fiasco." "That was not my fault. How was I to know the magician was undercover?" "Focus, Bill. We park down the street, enter smiling, leave loaded with gifts." "And if we get caught by a six year old birthday ninja?" They fist bumped awkwardly while the clown noses squeaked in perfect unison. "We cry, we apologize, we offer to return everything and blame society." "That is the worst plan you have ever had, and you once robbed a lemonade stand." "Hey, that lemonade stand made four hundred dollars in one hot afternoon." "Fine. I will be the clown. But I am keeping the tablet." Finally Bill laughed despite himself, ready for ridiculous trouble ahead. "Deal. I get the gold bracelet and all the cake I can stuff in my pockets." "You are disgusting. Pocket cake is why ants followed us last time." "Trust me, Bill. This is our sweetest, stupidest score ever." "I hate you, Molly." Engines hummed softly.