Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KYB0HNXDWSDDWQCQQ5YG77

Molly crouched beside the curb, wearing tinfoil goggles and a cardigan embroidered with glittery tacos. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was already crooked and smelling faintly of hot dogs. Behind them, the children's party blared polka music, and a banner read Happy Birthday to My Nephew, Who Hates Cake. The front door was locked. The kitchen door was also locked. The mail slot was too narrow for their duffel bag of stolen socks. Molly tapped her chin and announced, "Go in through the juice box tunnel. I will wear a clown wig." Bill sighed, then replied, "Fine, we split the presents evenly now." They rehearsed a clumsy entrance, pretending to be bouncy casters and snack inspectors. Bill carried a plastic crowbar wrapped in napkins. Molly held a map drawn on a pizza box, with arrows pointing to the gift table and a warning circle around the punch. Outside, a parent waved, mistaking their disguises for a flash mob. They froze, then backed into a hydrant. It sprayed glitter. Bill pretended it was rain. Molly said nothing, because any comment would worsen the situation, and both thieves needed calm while the neighborhood slowly remembered birthday parties had cameras everywhere tonight.