Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KZVWHG2CBQ4HM2Z46B559R

The crowded backyard smelled like frosting, sugar, and chaos. Molly crouched behind a plastic slide and unfolded a napkin map drawn in crayon. "Okay, Bill. We slip in during the piñata blindfold, grab all the presents, and vanish." Bill adjusted his oversized clown shoes and frowned. "Molly, I'm six-foot-four. In these shoes, I'm a parade float." Molly tapped the map with a glittery pen. "You're the distraction. Trip over the ball pit and yell 'free candy.'" Bill raised one skeptical eyebrow. "That's entrapment of minors. Also, I'm lactose intolerant, remember?" Molly rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. "Fine, yell 'puppies.' I'll wear the cape and hide the loot in my hat." Bill folded his arms and deflated slightly. "A hat can't hold a bicycle, Molls." Molly grinned and wiggled her fingers. "It can if the bicycle is a tricycle and the hat is a duffel bag." Bill nodded, then panicked. "What's the getaway?" Molly pointed at a small toy car near the fence. "That motorized wagon. Top speed: brisk walk." Bill stared at it, betrayed. "If we survive, I'm keeping the juice boxes." Molly slung an empty duffel bag over her shoulder and stood, ready to commit felony cute.