Run: 2026-09-23-01M37P34KSDFWEX3TRT0K11VK3

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, binoculars pressed to her face. "There. The gift table. Forty-two presents, give or take a Barbie." Bill tugged at his costume and sighed. "I still don't understand why I have to be the elf." "Because I'm already the clown, Bill. One of us has to look festive." "I look like a pointy-eared hobo." "That's just what elves look like. It's canon." Molly peered around the corner, watching the chaos unfold. "Okay, the piñata breaks at three. When those kids stampede for candy, we grab the gifts and walk out through the kitchen." Bill frowned. "And if a kid sees us?" "Then you do the elf magic thing." "That's not a real thing, Molly." "Everything's real if you say it with confidence. Rule one of theft." Bill shifted his tights uncomfortably. "What if the parents want a photo with us?" "Then you smile, wave, and keep pocketing the loot. We're thieves, not monsters." "I joined this crew to steal diamonds, not juice boxes." "And yet here we are, casing a six-year-old's birthday party. Dreams evolve, Bill." "I want it noted that I hate this." "Noted. Now grab that teddy bear and act jolly."