Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KYBQ0GJR7MZT4QP6CMD78J

Molly crouched behind a plastic flamingo, studying the backyard where a bouncy castle wobbled like a gelatinous monster. Sugar-fueled children sprinted past, shrieking with the wild energy only cake and juice boxes could create. Bill adjusted his fake moustache, which kept sliding toward his left eyebrow. Their plan was simple, which worried Molly more than any laser grid. They would pose as party entertainers, sneak inside during the magic show, and vanish with every unwrapped present before the piñata broke. "Ready to ruin birthdays?" Bill asked. "Only the good ones," Molly said. "We'll sneak in as clowns," Bill said. "Clowns are terrifying," Molly said. "Exactly. Fear opens doors," Bill said. He handed her a wig that smelled of burnt rubber. Molly eyed the gift table, piled high with boxes and one heavy drum set. Somewhere a toddler wailed, sounding like a tiny siren. Molly checked her watch. The magic show started in three minutes, giving them just enough time to trip over a garden gnome, upset a tray of cupcakes, and question every life choice that led them here. Bill saluted, tripped on the flamingo, and fell into a hydrangea bush. Molly sighed. Professional criminals, she decided, deserved better backup.