Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TQKKPFNSGVYD867MEWTX8

Molly crouched behind the hedge and treated the birthday party like a vault with frosting. Bill crouched beside her, sunglasses crooked, watching a piñata swing over the lawn while children screamed with professional enthusiasm. Paper streamers snapped hard in the wind. A teenager guarded the gift table by scrolling on a phone and ignoring everything worth taking. Somewhere a clown practiced sword fights against balloon animals and lost. "Presents first, before the clown notices," Molly whispered. Bill nodded as if this were wisdom. "Then we take cake." "No cake, Bill." "A little cake never hurt a heist." Molly refused to dignify dessert with strategy. She pointed at the bright heap of boxes, then at their reusable shopping bag, which suggested groceries more than crime. Bill invented excuses and forgot them immediately. The dog had developed opinions about his shoes. Neither thief had brought a gift, a child, or a reason anyone would invite them. They had brought ambition and the belief that wrapping paper was unguarded treasure. A mother near the punch bowl glanced over once. Molly smiled like she belonged at the party. Bill smiled like he had misplaced a nephew he had never met, and the presents glittered.