Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBFQEFFQEETYJ7KRB12K9B

Molly flattened against the fence, binoculars fogging. The backyard reeked of sunscreen and lost innocence. A unicorn bouncy castle listed starboard, its horn deflated. Bill adjusted his ski mask. The gift table groaned under a pyramid of presents, guarded by a toddler smearing cake. The dad flipped burgers. The mom chased a balloon. A piñata hung from the tree. "This feels wrong." "Profit feels better." Molly pointed at the pile. The clown was inflating a giraffe, its neck buckling. "The dad's grilling." She nodded, and they vaulted the hedge, landing silently. They crouched low. Bill stumbled on a squeaky toy, producing a honk. "Inspectors." Molly flashed a pizza-coupon badge. They grabbed a T-Rex box, a princess castle, and wooden trains, stuffing them into a laundry bag. The bag bulged with shiny guilt. "Go." They shuffled backward, but Bill clipped a plastic chair. The mom spun. "Hey!" "We're legal." Molly held up a finger. The mom blinked. "Latex check." Bill whispered, but Molly shoved him forward. They scrambled over the fence, leaving glitter. A unicorn horn tip poked out. "Move." "Damned right." They landed in a bush, the bag clanking. Molly grinned, and they sprinted away into the sunset. "Now."