Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCFZ39NN85Q9VWX93FHXPN

Molly flattened herself against the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle. "Bill, the target is a five-year-old's birthday party. There's a clown." Bill squinted. "A clown? That's a complication." "Not the clown. The presents. Stacked like a fortress of wrapping paper by the picnic table." "Right. So we waltz in, grab the haul, and out. Easy." "Waltz? Bill, there's a magician doing balloon animals. We need a distraction." "Like what? I could fake a seizure." "Last time you did that, a nun called an ambulance." "Fine. You do the seizure. I'll grab the gifts." "The birthday girl is wearing a tiara and screaming about a unicorn piñata. She's got the energy of a tiny dictator." "Perfect. We'll blend in. You cry, I'll say I'm your husband, we're here for our 'nephew'." "We don't have a nephew." "We'll invent one. Kevin. Kevin loves dinosaurs." "Bill, the parents are watching us. We're the only adults without juice boxes." "Then grab a juice box. And a cupcake. Act festive." "This is insane." "Insane is stealing a car. This is stealing presents from children. That's just capitalism." "Fine. But if I end up doing the chicken dance, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, on three. One... two..." "Wait, is that the clown crying?" "Probably. Let's move."