Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCGDR0N0JTDCYQSRQJM1HV

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, licking stolen frosting from her thumb while Bill counted the gift table through joke-shop binoculars. This was not their usual bank job, but the take was cleaner. Molly had spent three days casing the bouncy castle's blind spot. Bill adjusted his squeaky party hat. It squeaked. Every movement sounded like a tiny rubber chicken confessing to a crime. The clown turned slowly. Bill squeaked again. The birthday boy howled for more juice. The clown honked a rubber horn, and Molly slipped a roll of wrapping paper from her coat. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you want us to wrap ourselves?" Molly nodded and passed him an end. "Biggest gift they'll never expect." Bill wound the paper around his waist, checked the sightlines, and adjusted his party hat as it tilted over one eye. Molly ducked behind the juice boxes, reappearing with a bow stuck to her forehead. "Trust me." She spun her finger. "We waddle in, grab, waddle out." Bill obeyed, turning until the paper covered his arms. They waddled toward the glittering present mountain, a single festive beast with four feet, two slightly hungover faces, and a trail of tape unraveling behind them.