Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2K1SSNB2F1MNXA8883WKR

Molly adjusted her binoculars and peered through the hedge at the bouncy castle, where thirty screaming children ricocheted like popcorn. Bill crouched beside her, wearing a balaclava and a paper party hat. "Why the hat?" Molly whispered. "Camouflage," Bill said. "Nobody suspects a man in a party hat." "Everyone suspects a man in a balaclava and a party hat." "Details, Molly. Focus. Where are the presents?" Molly swept the binoculars toward the gazebo, where forty-two gift boxes sat guarded by a sweating clown and a grandmother gripping a cake knife. "Clowns are unpredictable," Bill muttered. "Then you distract the children while I swipe the loot." "Distract them how?" "You're wearing a party hat. Just be fun." Bill stared at her for a long moment. "I haven't been fun since 1998." "Then try magic." "I know one trick. I make my dignity disappear." Molly lowered the binoculars and sighed heavily. "Fine. You take the grandmother. I'll take the clown." "She has a knife, Molly!" "It's for cake." "Even worse," Bill whispered, adjusting his hat bravely. Across the lawn, the clown honked his nose, and both thieves flinched. "Abort?" Bill squeaked. "Never," said Molly. "Presents first, then cake."