Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KB4NTVR4NT3F47AGK98JBP

Molly pressed her face to the van's grimy window, the cheap clown nose sticking to the glass. Across the manicured lawn, a bouncy castle deflated with a sad wheeze, and a mob of five-year-olds in crooked paper crowns circled a towering mound of glitter-wrapped presents. The theme was pirates, but someone had hung a unicorn piñata from the oak tree. Bill adjusted his balaclava, then frowned. "Ethical?" he asked. Molly snapped her gum, tossing a party blower onto the dashboard. "I'm returning those toys for tax evasion." Bill nodded slowly, pocketing a lollipop he'd found under the seat. "Fine. Not the piñata leftovers." They slithered through the hedge like nervous snakes, Molly dragging a pillowcase, Bill humming the birthday song off-key. From behind the shrubbery, they watched the parents applaud a puppet show that featured a poorly morphing dragon. The presents sat unattended. Molly lunged, swiping three boxes. The pillowcase bulged with stolen goods. "Grab the unicorn." Bill hoisted the inflatable ride, which immediately squeaked. "Got it." A balloon popped somewhere, and a child pointed. "Move it!" Molly shoved him into the van, and they tore off, leaving behind a single, gently nudging balloon and one very confused birthday clown.