Run: 2026-10-05-01M46BM4AAB5VKD6ZTMTZEM3AY

Molly unfolded a birthday invitation across their van's dashboard, revealing glitter, unicorns, and a suspiciously aggressive drawing of a clown. "We're stealing presents, Bill, not auditioning for clown witness protection." "The disguise came discounted. Apparently, the previous owner frightened horses." Bill adjusted his enormous bowtie while Molly studied the party schedule. Cake preceded presents, offering their best window for larceny. "We enter during cake, collect every gift, and vanish quietly." "Quietly feels ambitious with these shoes. They contain actual squeakers." From the house next door came delighted shrieking. Both thieves flinched; neither had previously faced security personnel wearing butterfly wings. "Remember, nobody gets hurt. Especially us. Children smell professional weakness." "Should we leave one present? For morale? A consolation kazoo?" Molly shook her head, then paused beside a photograph of the birthday girl, grinning proudly through two missing front teeth. "Fine. We steal everything, then feel terrible somewhere with pastries." "That's our business model. Guilt, but with excellent laminated dough." A tiny fist knocked against their window. Outside stood the birthday girl, carrying party hats and surveying Bill with contempt. "She's recruiting us, Molly. I think we've been birthday conscripted." "Abort the heist, Bill. We're stealing cake and nobody's childhood."