Run: 2026-09-23-01M36SE0CFB1F08NT00AEKWQRH

Molly crouched behind a sagging rental chair and studied the gift table. Paper, bows, and one enormous giraffe box waited in the sun beside a leaning plastic castle. Balloons bumped the fence like nervous lookouts. Juice boxes sweated in a red tub. "Bill, presents by the juice. Easiest vault in town." Bill squinted through toy binoculars from the grass. "Until a toddler tackles you. Those kids have no laws." She adjusted her crooked paper crown. "We wear hats and blend in." "I brought the wagon." "A wagon is not subtle." "A wagon moves eighteen boxes and one giant giraffe." Molly sighed at the side gate. "You take the gate. I do a magic trick." "You do not know magic." "I have a quarter. That is magic here." He eyed the cake, bright and undefended under the tent. "We move when they sing." "They can see the names." "Singing children cannot see crime." "Then we are the gift fairy's interns." Bill froze while a retriever in a bow tie patrolled the cupcakes nearby. "If we get caught, I blame you and puppets." "I do hate puppets." They shook sticky hands and waited for the birthday song to cover the wagon wheels.