Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DCS0VBZN4WW8RQA6AAWFW

Molly and Bill crouched behind the bouncy castle, surveying the backyard birthday carnage. A piñata shaped like a donkey hung from the oak, guarded by seven toddlers on sugar rampages. Bill unrolled a crayon-drawn map. "Balloons are the alarm," Molly said. "Children are the alarm," Bill said. They studied the gift table, where wrapping paper sparkled under fairy lights. Molly adjusted her fake mustache. Bill tightened his cape. The plan required patience, timing, and perhaps a distraction involving a remote-controlled dinosaur. Unfortunately, the dinosaur was currently trapped under a beanbag chair. A clown honked nearby. Molly checked her watch, a plastic one that told time only in cartoon suns. The party mom patrolled with a juice box, dispensing justice and napkins. Bill suggested a tactical retreat to the snack table. Molly refused. They needed every present: the lumpy ones, the rattling ones, the one suspiciously shaped like a savings bond. "We need disguises," Molly whispered. "Clown suits," Bill agreed. "Presents sorted by glitter," Molly added. "Exit through cake," Bill said. Then a toddler spotted them and screamed. The heist was on, or possibly over, depending on whether the toddler accepted a bribe of cheese puffs. They ran like startled squirrels.