Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TZZVNHAJK1ZZN438K6VDK

Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, its surface mottling the yard with wobbling leprechauns. She pressed the party blueprint against a puddle, tracing her gloved finger along the route to the present pile—stacked neatly against the porch railing just like loot in a safe deposit box. No alarms, no cameras, no parents near the porch. The heist practically threw itself at them. Bill adjusted his caterpillar costume's antennae and assessed the chaos ahead. Twenty screaming five-year-olds. One bounce house. One piñata shaped like a unicorn. Enough sugar circulating to power a small city. Absolutely perfect cover. He pulled up the costume's wheelie legs and lowered himself into position, feeling every bit the seasoned professional—despite the cold hard fact that he was dressed as a larva. Molly clocked the distraction team: her nephew, operating the piñata stick with theatrical incompetence, would keep the birthday mob clustered on the lawn for exactly twelve minutes. During that window, the presents—thirty-seven wrapped boxes of varying size—needed to vanish into the wheeled caterpillar costume's belly compartment. Absolutely no pressure whatsoever. "Go when the piñata breaks. Grab the ones on the left first." "Everything?" "Everything. Cake too." "Maybe the cake too."