Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DD4XSS4AG9JSY4JNW6KCK

Molly crouched behind an inflatable castle, adjusting her tiny clown wig and checking the party map. Bill, dressed as a magician, studied the gift table through plastic binoculars. Inside, a swarm of five-year-olds sang off-key, fueled by sugar and vengeance. "Bill, the clown suit chafes." "Shut up, Molly." "Balloons are tripwires." "Presents first." "Toddler armed with juice box." "Keep grinning." Bill lowered the binoculars. The plan was simple. When the magician began his boring rabbit trick, Molly would cut the lights, Bill would sweep every wrapped box into a laundry sack, and they would escape through the bouncy castle’s emergency flap. The getaway tricycle waited by the curb, its streamers fluttering. Molly worried about fingerprints, but Bill insisted glitter covered everything. A small girl in a tiara asked if Bill could make her brother disappear. He considered it. Molly shook her head. They had a schedule, a sack, and no moral compass. The DJ announced cake, creating perfect chaos. The cake distraction would last three minutes, tops, if the clown stopped crying. They moved toward the presents, careful not to step on LEGO or sleeping toddlers. This was either the softest score of their careers or the most humiliating arrest.