Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRBXSJH9C0WXTV63TN57F4

The back door of the community center was propped open with a juice box. Molly slipped through first, whispering about the birthday banner that read Happy 7th. Bill followed with a duffel bag and a plastic dinosaur mask. Inside, the living room glittered with paper plates and a mountain of wrapped presents. A teenager bounced a ball while three toddlers fought over a kazoo. The air smelled of frosting and desperation. Molly said, "Bill, the parents are all at the cake table. Perfect distraction." Bill said, "Great, you distract, I'll lift. These gifts are for a seven year old, they're probably all cheap plastic." Molly said, "Cheap plastic is still plastic. And look, there's a tablet. Kid's birthday, parents are stupid generous." Bill said, "We need a plan for the piñata. It's full of candy and might explode." Molly said, "We take it all, we leave the dinosaur. Nobody suspects the dinosaur." Bill said, "If we get caught, we tell them we're just early guests with terrible timing." Molly said, "Fine, but if a kid cries, we cry louder." Bill said, "Deal." They moved toward the gift table as the birthday song started, hoping the chorus would cover the rustle of wrapping paper.