Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KS2QRWE26A0WWGGP6BXW2S

Molly taped the blueprints of the community center to the kitchen table while Bill ate cereal straight from the box. Outside the rain hammered the windows, perfect cover for a quiet approach. The children's birthday party was in three hours, forty kids, one giant room, and a mountain of presents by the plastic castle. She traced the service entrance with a red pen. Bill raised an eyebrow at the inflatable dinosaur in the corner. The plan was simple, in through the kitchen, grab the presents, out through the fire exit before the parents noticed the glitter trail. "Molly, are you seriously planning to steal from toddlers?" he asked. "We're not stealing, we're redistributing festive assets," she said. "They have parents." "Parents have insurance," she replied. "And a very loud smoke detector." "That's why we go in during the piñata," she said. "And out before cake," he added. "Exactly, in and out like ninjas with napkins." "Do we have the toy vacuum?" "Yes, for the presents." "You're a genius, Molly." "I know, Bill, now stop chewing." "Fine," he said. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming the dinosaur." "Deal. And I'm keeping the plush unicorn." "You're impossible." Rain drummed louder now.