Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCGPCJ9F50759M8XQ2Y6QG

Molly crouched behind a penguin-shaped hedge and pointed at the inflatable castle wobbling under a dozen sugar-crazed children and a loose banner. "I'm telling you, Bill, the cake is our way in." Bill squinted through his binoculars and adjusted the focus. "It's a sheet cake. I can't hide in it." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, leaving a tiny orange stain. "Not you. The presents. We swap the gift table with decoys." Bill scratched his neck, eyeing the clown twisting balloon animals into a giraffe. "Then what, waltz out with thirty boxes?" "Exactly. Everyone's too busy whacking a piñata." Bill frowned at the inflatable slide. "There's a clown." Molly shrugged and stole a cheese puff from a tray. "So we bring balloons." Bill considered, tapping his chin. "Do we sing?" "We hum. Low. From the buffet." He nodded slowly as a toddler shrieked past. "What about the bouncy castle?" "Diversion. You trip the generator." Bill grinned. "Grab the wagon and your cool uncle stance." Molly patted his arm. "It's a heist, Bill. We blend." Bill picked up a party hat. "I'm not wearing this." He sighed. "Fine, but if I get glitter on my picks again—" "No promises."