Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KA9C1NT5BRRTGDC4WMZ6J1

Molly adjusted her pink party hat and peered over the dashboard of the stolen ice cream van, which still smelled of melted bubblegum and regret. Bill licked sprinkles from his fingers and tapped the crayon-drawn map spread across the steering wheel. The target was a six-year-old's backyard birthday bash, and the presents sat unguarded beneath a folding table shaped like a unicorn. A single clown patrolled the perimeter, armed with a balloon animal and a whistle. Molly pointed at the bouncy castle. "Clown's distracted." Bill frowned. "That's a unicorn." She ignored him. He considered this and pulled a wand from his sleeve. "No one suspects a magician." Molly sighed. They had rented a rabbit, but it had chewed through the get-away balloon. Now the plan hinged on Bill's ability to pull scarves from his mouth while Molly loaded gift bags into a wagon disguised as a parade float. The clown honked in the distance. Bill asked, "Do we sing?" Molly said, "No. We juggle." She handed him three stolen oranges and a birthday candle. Bill said, "Okay. I'll juggle now." The ice cream van's jingle was stuck on a single note. Time was absolutely short. Very, very short indeed, now.