Run: 2026-09-23-01M36R1V5SDVJ1EFV5CYXN85RY

Molly spread the floor plan across the bonnet of their getaway scooter, parked beneath a sign NO PARKING SCOOTERS. Bill peered at the drawing. The party occupied the community hall, guarded by three adults, one balloon arch, and an alert toddler. “We enter through the kitchen,” Molly whispered. “Disguised as clowns?” Bill asked. “No, your painted grin frightens mirrors badly.” Bill removed the nose he had been practicing with. It rolled beneath a car, where a terrier adopted it. Their plan was: slip during chairs, load the presents into sacks, and escape before anyone noticed the wrapping paper was missing. Molly had selected sacks labeled DONATIONS, hoping generosity would look less criminal. Bill had brought a trolley, but its wheel squeaked the tune of “Happy Birthday.” They tested it once. Inside the hall, children cheered. The thieves froze. “Only rehearsal,” Molly said. “Who’s singing then?” Bill asked. A birthday banner fluttered in the doorway. Beneath it stood the toddler, holding Bill’s stolen nose like evidence. Molly sighed, adjusted her party hat, and changed the plan. They would enter openly, present the toddler with a balloon, and leave with nothing but cake. The trolley rolled after them, squeaking the way.