Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KAX8DK6YTV0FYS91R9HQ3S

Molly squinted through the grimy binoculars, her breath fogging the lens as she studied the inflatable castle. The sun glinted off a pile of wrapped presents near the trampoline. A sad clown was juggling by the snack table. "We go in through the back, past the piñata," she said. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, buying time. "The piñata is a trap. String's rigged to a tripwire." "So we go over the fence," Molly countered. "Fence is electrified. Dad's an electrician," Bill replied. Molly lowered the binoculars and rubbed her tired eyes. "Then we walk in the front door, dressed as clowns." Bill sighed. "Clowns? We're professionals." "Professionals who steal from a six-year-old." "Point taken. But the wig itches." "Fine. Magicians' assistants. Card trick." Bill nodded, a grin creeping across his face. "And the presents?" "In the hollow cake." "But the girl will cry." Molly grinned. "We bring a decoy. A stuffed unicorn." "Props cost money." "We steal the money first." Bill blinked. "From where?" "Tooth fairy. Under the pillow at 4:30." But the tooth fairy might be awake, Bill said. Molly smiled, revealing gold. She checked her watch. Bill considered this for a moment, then nodded. "I'll get the drill."