Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G02DF60MT6AJTVBSBAX11Q

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, peering through the hedge at the backyard party. "Right, Bill, here's the plan. You distract the clown. I'll grab the presents from under the tree." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which kept drooping. "Distract the clown how?" "Juggle something. Anything. Just don't drop the knives again." "Those were pool noodles, Molly, and that was one time." "Mm-hm. Now the presents. There are at least forty of them, all wrapped in glittery paper." Bill squinted. "Are those the ones with the unicorn bows?" "Those are the ones. Unicorns are worth at least twelve quid on the black market." "Molly, they're for a six-year-old's birthday." She shrugged and pulled a tiny sack from her coat. "Then he'll get a lovely lesson in loss." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if the birthday girl catches us, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, when I whistle, move." From inside, a child shrieked, "Cake!" and the whole party stampeded toward the kitchen. "Now," Molly whispered.