Run: 2026-09-23-01M36WWT7Z1HPPKESNZNY5ZWKZ

Molly crouched behind the hedge, surveying the house through binoculars. Streamers fluttered from every window. Inside, a horde of children shrieked like tiny banshees. "Alright, here's the play," she whispered. "We go in through the garage door, snag every gift, and slip out before anyone notices." "Every gift?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "We're robbing a five-year-old's birthday party?" "Six. She's turning six." "Even worse." "Don't be sentimental, Bill. That's how you got caught stealing the piñata last time." "It was a pirate ship piñata. It spoke to me." "Nothing speaks to you. Your judgment speaks to no one." Bill squinted at the yard, where a pony stood beside the punch table wearing a ridiculous bow. "Is that a pony?" "That is a pony." "Are we stealing the pony too?" "Bill, focus. We take the presents. Birthday girl gets a pogo stick, a guitar, three video games. Total haul, maybe four hundred bucks." "And federal charges." "It's a misdemeanor at best. Now put on a birthday hat and look festive." Bill adjusted his paper crown and sighed. "I hate this job."