Run: 2026-09-23-01M36T4HPBQ7V99J34D7FW633E

Molly crouched behind the plastic hedge and watched parents drift toward the snack table like sleepy cattle. The bounce house wheezed. A clown practiced a sad balloon dog by the gate. Streamers tugged at the fence in a warm, useless wind. Beside her, Bill kept adjusting a mustache that had already given up. "Bill, we go in when the piñata breaks," Molly said. "Everyone stares at candy. Nobody stares at gifts." Bill nodded at the folding table stacked with bright paper. "Wrapped boxes, no locks, parents drunk on juice. This might be our easiest afternoon." She counted the exits: side gate, kitchen door, and a gap behind the inflatable castle. "In, grab the presents, out before the clown finishes that dog. If anyone asks, we are backup entertainment." "What if that clown asks us first?" "Then we clap. Clowns love clapping." Molly checked her watch and lowered her voice. "Party starts in ten. Try to look like someone who enjoys children." Bill considered the unattended pile and failed to look innocent. "I enjoy their gifts more than I enjoy children." "Close enough, Bill," she said. "Do not eat the cake this time. Leave the balloons. We are thieves, not monsters."