Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9G5D76NQN00F4VKE2MM1F

Molly crouched behind the rented bouncy castle, studying the backyard like a general with frosting on her boot. Through the fence slats, toddlers swarmed a table piled with gift bags, each one crinkling with the promise of batteries and noisy plastic. Bill adjusted his black beanie, which was currently decorated with a stray sprinkle, and tried to look less like a man about to commit grand larceny against kindergarteners. A clown juggled oranges and a suspiciously sharp set of steak knives, while a dad in flip-flops guarded the cooler as if it held state secrets. “In, out, nab presents, leave.” Molly’s whisper tasted of bubblegum stolen from an earlier, more dignified crime. “At a kids’ party?” Bill asked, watching a child body-slam a piñata with professional fury. “They won’t notice.” “I will.” “Smile, wave, blame the magician.” “Deal.” They waited for the birthday song, counting claps like a safecracker counts tumblers. When the candles flared, Molly slipped on a tiny cape, Bill grabbed a stack of gift bags, and together they drifted toward the loot, applauding loudly, like loyal relatives with very large pockets. The toddlers cheered, the parents filmed, and nobody questioned why Uncle Bill was sweating confetti today.