Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K9PYG55GG679BFPAJAM38B

The party tent sagged like a disappointed balloon, its striped fabric drooping in the oppressive heat. Molly peeked over a hedge, her binoculars fogging up from the humidity. She wiped the lenses on her sleeve. "Twelve kids, three adults, one dog. The target is a pirate princess thing." Bill, tugging at a rubber nose that kept slipping, sighed. "And the loot?" She lowered the binoculars. "Tablets, LEGOs, gift cards. A unicorn piñata." He grimaced, scratching his stubble. "Unicorns. Smug." "Focus. The magic show starts at 3:30." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which had begun to peel. "But Kevin? The birthday kid? He's seven. He'll guard those presents like a honey badger." Molly patted her pocket. "We have chloroform." "That's a felony." "Lavender-scented. He naps. We take the gift cards." Bill nodded. "Fine. Skip Grandma's cash envelopes." "Deal. We're thieves, not monsters." Bill pulled on gloves, his mustache wobbling. "Let's go ruin a core memory." Molly grinned, adjusting her ski mask. "Remember the signal: if you see the clown, we abort." "What clown?" "The one from the party store. Terrifying." "Oh no. Not him." Bill's face went pale. He swallowed. The wind died. A deflated balloon rolled past, and he jumped.