Run: 2026-09-23-01M36W64SCK5DX1Y19QQ6G0DDR

Bill crouched behind the garden wall, peering through a gap in the hedge at the birthday banner fluttering in the breeze. Molly squeezed in beside him, crumpling a rough floor plan of the backyard. "Okay, so the presents are on the picnic table near the bouncy castle," she whispered. "Perfect. And the cake?" "Forget the cake, Bill. We're stealing presents, not running a bakery." Bill studied the map. Children shrieked and chased balloons across the lawn. A clown juggled torches near the back fence. "The clown's our biggest threat," he muttered. "He's juggling, not hunting thieves. Stay focused." Molly tapped the layout. "The gate's the entry point. We go in during musical statues—total standstill, everyone frozen." "Even the clown?" "Especially the clown. We grab the gift bags and leave through the side hedge." Bill nodded slowly, tugging at his ski mask. "What if a kid catches us?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Then we say we're hired entertainers. Hand them a balloon and keep walking." "Brilliant." Bill adjusted his mask again. "Remind me again why we're doing this?" "Because no security guards at a five-year-old's party, Bill. No security guards."