Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAGRPXHVBCN7HCW1SVQ40M

Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering at the glowing windows of the Henderson house. Balloons bobbed on the porch, and somewhere inside a clown was screeching the birthday song off key. Beside her, Bill checked his fake moustache in a pocket mirror for the fourth time. "Right, listen carefully," Molly whispered, tapping a crumpled blueprint. "Phase one. You create a distraction at the back gate." "What kind of distraction?" Bill asked. "Something loud. Something that draws the parents outside." "Like what?" "You're the creative one. Pretend you're a lost puppy." "I'm not barking at anyone, Molly." "Then juggle something. Anything." Bill sighed and produced three bowling pins from inside his coat. "Fine. And what do you do?" "I slip through the kitchen, grab every present off the dining table, and out the window before anyone notices." "And if someone notices?" "Then I pretend I'm the magician's assistant." "You don't have a magician's assistant outfit." "I have a sequined leotard in my bag. Don't judge me." A shriek of laughter erupted from the house, followed by a sudden crash. Both thieves froze. "That," Bill said, "was either a cake or a very small bouncy castle."