Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M0Q8SBJ63RVH22KY9M81F3

The basement smelled of popcorn and wet feet while the party thumped above like a tiny terrible drum and balloons popped all last night again. "Bill, the gift table is behind that inflatable castle, and I need you to be useful while I check the cake and frosting and glitter." Bill nodded and adjusted his paper crown, which was lopsided, crayon stained, and somehow still very official under the spotlight with dignity too on site. "I am useful, Molly, because I can open wrappers without making a single embarrassing noise while you handle the shiny loot and prizes every time." They crouched behind a table covered in streamers that looked like leftovers from a confused, dripping, glittery rainbow stuck to the floor and walls nearby. "My plan is simple enough. We take all the presents, slip out the window, let the piñata blame itself because it already looks guilty today." Molly tapped the window with one gloved finger, pretending the glass was a vault that had bad manners and would not open for us now. "Bad manners? Bill, you once called a birthday clown a security system in a tight suit and I respect his work a lot too really." Above them, a child shrieked with delight, and Bill immediately whispered that the guard had changed routes for the third time this evening again now. "There is no guard. There is only a toddler with a juice box and zero respect for property while it honks its tiny horn today." Molly held up one finger, and Bill froze, even though the only danger was a cup of cake full of suspicious sprinkles and sugar dust. "That cup is booby trapped, I can feel it. The sprinkles are arranged like tiny surveillance cameras, especially the red ones and the green one." Bill leaned forward, his ears pink, and announced that he could hear the birthday songs upstairs singing about a plastic dinosaur named Gary and friends. "Gary is our decoy. We bribed Gary's owner using a stolen cookie and a very serious promise to protect the presents tonight, very carefully indeed." Molly grinned, then pulled a tiny ladder from inside a cardboard box shaped like a rocket ship and a paper star that sparkled brightly outside. "A rocket ship box? Molly, when did you smuggle that in, and why is it so perfectly useful for our present heist tonight right now." Bill stared at the ladder and said nothing, which was his most honest, dangerous look like a secret agent who had forgotten something crucial always. "You are not a secret agent, Bill. You are a gift thief wearing a paper crown, and that is your title for the rest always." They shared a look that promised trouble, candy theft, and one very confused piñata by morning and a missing gift table nearby again for sure. "Then we go now, because the presents are waiting, and I refuse to share with children, especially the loud ones in the party tonight here."