Run: 2026-09-24-01M39VK498Z8YQ7TZ21K39Z72B

Molly adjusted her binoculars, peering through the community center's frosted window. Inside, a clown named Chuckles twisted balloon animals for a pack of sugar-crazed seven-year-olds. The smell of pizza and frosting hung thick in the air. Bill crouched beside her, disguised as a father who'd clearly given up on life. "Okay, Bill. We sneak in through the loading dock, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone notices we're adults without children." Bill chewed nervously on his fake mustache. "What if the clown sees us?" "The clown is distracted. Just watch for the cake table." "What if there's a bouncy castle?" "Then we bounce to the presents. Foolproof." Molly sighed wearily. Last time, Bill had gotten tangled in streamers and cried for twenty minutes. "That was glitter streamers, Molly. Different situation entirely." "The birthday boy's expecting a puppy." "A puppy? We're stealing a puppy?" "No, Bill. Presents. Stay focused." Bill squared his shoulders, straightening his party hat. "Right. For the presents. For the glory." "For the rent, Bill." "For the rent and the glory." Somewhere inside, Chuckles honked his horn ominously. Bill whimpered like a scared puppy. Molly rolled her eyes, pocketing her binoculars. "Let's move before I adopt a puppy instead."