Run: 2026-10-07-01M4ATD5WX8Q3A5XGDG3NRFZP6

Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. The party raged behind the pastel fence, a symphony of shrieks and sugar-fueled chaos. She nudged Bill, who was currently stuffing his cheeks with stolen cupcakes like a chipmunk preparing for winter. "Remind me why we’re robbing a bunch of six-year-olds again?" Bill mumbled through a mouthful of frosting. "Because their parents are loaded and lazy," Molly whispered, eyeing the mountain of gifts under the bounce house. "And because no one suspects the clown." Bill wiped his greasepainted face. "I look like a sad mime." "You look like a criminal. Now shut up and hand me the bolt cutters." A balloon popped nearby, sending a toddler into a wailing spiral. Molly grinned. Perfect cover. She nodded toward the gift table, where a distracted dad was busy untangling a kid from a piñata string. Bill sighed. "Fine. But if I have to listen to *Baby Shark* one more time, I’m taking a hostage." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus. We’re in and out before the cake’s cut." Bill adjusted his oversized bowtie. "Or before I throw up from all this glitter."