Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBAKX22FYH24YCNDJ95XTW

Molly flattened the glittered invitation against the dash, her nose wrinkling at the scent of vanilla and play-doh. The plan was deceptively simple: infiltrate the suburban birthday party, bypass the bouncy castle, and liberate the mountain of wrapped presents stacked under the pergola. Bill, however, was having moral qualms. He adjusted his fake mustache, which was shedding glitter. "We're stealing from children, Molly." That was his entire contribution. Molly didn't look up from her schematics, a crayon-drawn map of the backyard. "The Pinata is a decoy," she said, tapping the spot labeled 'Gift Table'. Bill sighed, pocketing a single, sparkly sticker he'd already swiped. "I call the dinosaur." She nodded, checking her watch. They had three minutes before the cake was served, when every sticky-handed toddler would be distracted. They crawled through the hedge, silent as clowns in socks, toward the laughter and the wrapping paper. As they reached the edge of the lawn, Bill froze. "Duck behind the bouncy castle." Molly obeyed, crouching behind the inflatable structure. The glitter on the invitation had transferred to her cheek, and she looked like a deranged fairy godmother. "Duck," Bill repeated, pointing at a woman with a camera. She winked at him.