Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KXRQ3XXT370ZF8B0EDRA09

The stink of burnt coffee filled Molly's van. Bill was already wrestling into a pink bunny suit near a pile of empty juice boxes. Molly frowned. "We are not wearing bunny suits to a child's birthday party." Bill zipped the suit to his chin. "Kids love bunnies. Adults trust bunnies. Bunnies can carry a shocking amount of loot." Molly checked her watch. "The party starts in four minutes. Tell me the plan." Bill pulled a crumpled map from his pocket. "You enter as the magician. I enter as the entertainment. While you dazzle them, I load presents into the bunny's pouch." "There is no secret pouch," Molly said. "There is now," Bill said, patting the bulging stomach. Molly sighed. "We steal every present, not just the noisy ones. The parents will notice a bare table." Bill adjusted his ears. "That is why we leave one awful sock. Nobody wants the sock." "Fine," Molly said. "But no eating cake on the job." They crept past a bouncy castle and a garden gnome. Molly carried an empty duffel bag. Bill waddled forward, ears flopping. The back door was unlocked. Molly signaled for silence. Bill waved at a toddler. The loot was close.