Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M25MRY6M37XA5ZFQFJRQW0

Behind an inflatable castle, Molly and Bill crouched. Molly said, "Bill, the birthday boy is turning five, and the loot is stacked higher than a nursery block tower." Bill said, "I'll wear the clown nose. Nothing says innocent like a honk." "We are not stealing from babies," Molly said. "We're reallocating wrapping paper." "Right. And the presents? We'll tell the kids the gifts went to a toy retirement home." "You'll distract the parents with a magic trick. Pull a rabbit from your pants." "My pants barely hold my wallet, let alone a rabbit." "Then pull a juice box. Kids respect hydration." "What if the birthday girl screams?" "Screams are just applause with higher pitch. Now grab the getaway wagon—the one with the training wheels." "That's a tricycle, Molls." "Perfect. Nobody suspects a tricycle fleeing the scene of a juice-box heist." Bill said, "I still say we should've brought a bigger sack. My pockets are already completely full of sticky pink party glitter." Molly said, "Glitter is the fairy dust of felons. Besides, the loot goes in the piñata we stole last week." Bill said, "Remind me why we didn't just steal the piñata candies and call it a day?"