Run: 2026-10-13-01M4T9VPGN1HE60QNEMR4M6JHX

Molly spread the birthday party floorplan across the kitchen table, weighing down its corners with teacups, a stapler, and one extremely suspicious garden gnome. Bill studied the drawing while eating frosting straight from the tub, nodding like a general preparing troops for glorious battle. Molly whispered, “We enter through the bouncy castle, grab everything, then vanish.” Bill replied, “Brilliant, except I get stuck in inflatable things every time.” She produced photographic evidence from three previous burglaries, each showing Bill wedged helplessly in chimneys, dog doors, laundry chutes, and one regrettably narrow grand piano. They therefore revised the route through the garden gate, past the magician, beneath the dessert table, and directly toward the towering pile of wrapped presents beside the piñata. Their disguises were flawless in theory: Molly would pose as a balloon artist, and Bill would squeeze into a dinosaur costume stolen from the neighboring recycling bin. They rehearsed tiptoeing over scattered toys, dodging suspicious grandparents, silencing squeaky shoes with marshmallows, and distracting the birthday child using an interpretive dance about tax season. At noon tomorrow, Operation Gift Snatch would begin, assuming Bill survived one final practice bounce without requiring butter, firefighters, or an industrial winch. Molly felt ready.