Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G0S4W2QJ5A7SF1CSB7A42X

Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering through the gap at the glowing windows of the Henderson house. Balloons bobbed against the porch railing, and somewhere inside, a chorus of tiny voices shrieked the birthday song off-key. Bill slid in beside her, holding a clipboard with a coffee stain across the top. "Right. Status report." "Forty-two guests, according to the invitation I may or may not have photographed," Molly whispered. "Eleven presents stacked by the piano. Three more arriving at six, one of them a drone." "A drone? Who gives a seven-year-old a drone?" "Someone who wants to lose a fight with his own kids." She tapped the clipboard. "Our plan is simple. You create a distraction at the back door." Bill frowned. "What kind of distraction?" "A clown. You're dressed as a clown." He looked down at his outfit, a rumpled suit with a yellow wig pinned to his hat. "I am not dressed as a clown. This is a professional disguise." "It has a rubber nose, Bill." "It has a *squeaky* nose, which is a different category." He adjusted the wig with dignity. "Fine. And what do you do while I'm bravely honking my way through the cake table?" "I slip through the kitchen, grab the presents, and load them into the wagon." She patted a red wagon beside her, piled with empty gift bags. "The wagon has a squeaky wheel." "Which is why you'll be loud enough to cover it." Bill sighed. "This is the worst heist we've ever planned." "Says the man who once tried to steal a hot tub from a retirement home." "That hot tub was a masterpiece, and you know it." A small face appeared at the window, nose pressed against the glass. Molly ducked. Bill froze, one hand raised in what he hoped looked like a friendly wave. The child stared at them, unblinking, then shouted over her shoulder, "There are weird people in the bushes!" "Go time," Molly hissed. Bill jumped up, honked his nose three times, and sprinted toward the back door, wig flapping. Molly grabbed the wagon handle and dashed toward the kitchen window. Inside, a parent yelled, "Who invited the clown?" Molly paused, grinned, and whispered, "Nobody. Best party ever."