Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRJ5A3PNKDH3J2QTP2DQ71

Molly and Bill crouched behind the dumpster behind the community hall. The balloons were visible through the fence. Molly: Okay, plan is simple. We go in, grab the presents, get out. Bill: Simple? It's a kids' birthday party. There's glitter everywhere. Molly: Exactly. Parents are distracted by cake. Kids are distracted by sugar. Bill: What about the parents? Molly: They're busy taking photos. No one watches the gift table. Bill: And the presents? How many? Molly: Twenty-three. I counted from the window. Bill: Twenty-three presents for a six-year-old? That's excessive. Molly: That's why we're stealing them. We split them. Bill: I want the LEGO set. Molly: Fine, you get LEGO. I want the pink unicorn. Bill: Deal. What about the bouncy castle? Molly: We leave it. Too much work. Bill: And the piñata? Molly: Already emptied. I checked. Bill: You're a genius. Molly: I'm a professional. Move at eight. Bill: Eight sharp, masks on, and no crying kids. Molly: If they cry, we give them a present. Reverse psychology. Bill: You're insane. Molly: I'm employed. Bill: Last time we stole from a kid, we got glitter in our shoes. Molly: Worth it. Bill: Okay, let's go. Molly: Wait, my cape.