Run: 2026-09-23-01M37HY878N64HJMWQKSNP4JFT

At the kitchen table, Molly spread a blueprint across a mountain of stolen napkins. It showed the Henderson living room, six windows, three exits, and a chocolate fountain marked with a skull. Bill studied the fountain more closely than the exits. “We enter as clowns, distract parents, and vanish with presents,” Molly said. Molly tapped the presents, drawn as little squares beneath a tree. The party began at two. Their window of opportunity ended at three, when the birthday girl's grandmother arrived with her handbag full of peppermints and a suspiciously heavy rolling pin. “I hate clowns, especially the ones wearing my missing trousers,” Bill said. Bill proposed a getaway bicycle. Molly pointed out that sixty wrapped gifts, two adults, and a bicycle would look less like an escape and more like a parade float with terrible balance. They settled on a laundry cart and matching aprons, both borrowed from a hotel that had recently banned them. At noon, they rehearsed their entrance in the hallway. Bill pulled a rubber chicken from his sleeve, followed by a parking ticket and half a sandwich. Molly checked the invitation again. Beneath the address, in bright purple crayon, someone had specified that every guest bring a present.