Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KR96CYSNRHTGTPTB4KJ494

Molly taped the party invitation to the refrigerator and stared at the glitter. Bill arrived with a backpack full of rubber ducks and a suspiciously small ladder. He had stolen a clown wig from a garage sale and wore it proudly. The plan was to enter through the back garden while the birthday song played. Molly checked the map she drew from the neighbor's gossip. The presents would be stacked by the plastic castle, unguarded except by a sleeping toddler. Bill practiced his puppet voice in the hallway. The clock ticked toward four o'clock. Both of them were nervous and caffeinated. "Okay, it's a five-year-old's birthday," said Molly. "The presents are under the table, parents are distracted by cake." Bill adjusted his crooked Santa hat. "Plan is simple. I distract with a puppet show, you grab the loot." "And if the kids cry?" Molly asked. "Then we cry louder," Bill replied. "It's an emotional heist." She checked the window. "The lock is a sticker. This is either brilliant or the worst job ever." "Both," he grinned. "Let's go steal some crayons and regret."