Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6C4Z2W6KMYMMGJB247CQX

Molly spread the party map across the hood of the van, tapping a red crayon circle. Bill adjusted his clown wig and checked the elastic. The house glowed with streamers, tiny chairs, and the muffled shrieks of twenty sugar-fueled six-year-olds. Their plan was simple: slip through the side gate disguised as entertainment, distract the parents with a magic trick, and sweep every wrapped present into the empty piñata box. Bill worried the balloons squeaked too loudly. Molly assured him the chaos would cover it. They reviewed exits, gift-table angles, and the danger of party favors. A dog barked next door. Bill froze. Molly rolled her eyes and folded the map. The birthday boy had a notorious attachment to his plastic dinosaur, but Molly insisted the real loot was in the mountain of gifts by the bouncy castle. Bill practiced a squeaky voice and a dramatic cape flourish while Molly hid zip ties in her sleeve. They agreed to avoid the face-painting station, the toddler with a juice box, and any parent holding a camera. Plus one suspicious aunt nearby too. "Molly, the clown suit chafes." "Stop whining and inflate the balloon animal." "Remember, presents first, cake second." "And no honking."