Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DAKBAA1HEZQYNSQGGM58P2

The getaway van smelled of damp cardboard and stale licorice. Molly crouched behind the steering wheel, binoculars pressed to her eyes, watching the house across the street, where a bouncy castle sagged beneath a banner reading HAPPY SIXTH, MAX! Beside her, Bill wriggled into an inflatable dinosaur costume he had borrowed from a different party. The tail squeaked every time he moved. "Why are we robbing a toddler?" "Gold foil means money," Molly said, not looking away from the lenses. "Those presents are wrapped like jewelry boxes." "Or they're tiny socks." "Phase one: distract the clown." She tapped the binoculars against the dashboard. "He's twisting balloon poodles for the parents. While they're distracted, we slip through the side gate." "And phase two?" "Phase two is the magician. He's about to make a rabbit disappear, and nobody notices a second disappearing act." Bill nodded solemnly, then tried to adjust his plastic dinosaur head. It fell off and rolled under the seat. "Remind me," he said, groping after it, "why I'm the dinosaur?" "Nobody suspects a dinosaur, Bill."