Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBH3JECRCJWC865NZXW422

Molly slid the glitter-glue blueprint across the sticky card table, her elbow knocking a half-empty juice box onto the floor. Bill squinted at the crayon arrows marking the birthday party's gift table, which sat perilously close to the pinata and the hired pony. He tapped the bouncy castle with a stolen crayon and a nervous giggle. "We go in as clowns." Molly shook her head and pointed at the security mother sipping sugar-free coffee by the cake. "Too obvious." Bill frowned and adjusted his fake mustache. "Mimes?" Molly shuddered, remembering the silent incident in the ball pit. "Worse." She traced a route past the pinata, through the craft corner, and under the snack table. Bill nodded very slowly, his eyes gleaming. "Balloon animals?" Molly considered it, then drew a tiny poodle on the napkin. "Acceptable." Bill asked, "What about the pony?" Molly said, "No hooves." Bill sighed and stared at the gift table. "Cupcake tower?" Molly nodded. Bill grinned and pocketed a whoopee cushion. They quietly rehearsed the distraction: Bill would inflate a poodle, Molly would crawl under the snack table, and both would stuff all loot into a diaper bag. The plan was flawless except for the juice boxes.