Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DRFK5NAQ8XW114CMC7BW0

Molly spread a glitter-smeared map across the stolen picnic table while Bill nervously braided a party streamer. "The party starts at noon, and parents will be exhausted by cake." "That's when we strike." Bill frowned at the clown schedule. "Let's target the bouncy castle. Presents toss easier over the fence." "And attract sugar-crazed kids? No. We dress as caterers, wheel in a fake cake, and load gifts inside." "The cake?" "The cake's hollow, Bill." He brightened. "I love hollow cake." Molly pointed at the guest list. "We enter during pin the tail, grab the loot, and exit before the magician pulls a rabbit from somewhere illegal." "What if a kid sees?" "We offer frosting." "Frosting?" "Frosting and a mild threat about Santa's surveillance." Bill nodded. "Solid. Except the part where you said mild." The plan required timing, nerve, and a stroller large enough for forty wrapped boxes. Bill practiced his innocent face. Outside, a toddler screamed at a balloon. Molly ignored it and circled the gift table in red crayon. Bill checked his fake mustache in a spoon. A clown honked nearby. Bill flinched. Molly taped the map to the table and smiled like a tax auditor. They rehearsed quietly.