Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VVFTBEE4T5H99VZDN1TZ4

Molly and Bill crouched behind the garden hedge, studying the birthday party with the intensity of generals surveying a contested battlefield. The target was a suburban backyard crawling with seven-year-olds, each one a tiny and unpredictable landmine wearing a party hat. A magnificent mountain of gift-wrapped presents sat completely unguarded on a folding table near the back fence, glittering under the afternoon sun like buried treasure that someone had inexplicably and generously wrapped in dinosaur paper. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was already peeling at the corners in the summer heat. He had insisted the disguise was necessary. Molly had insisted it was completely ridiculous. They had compromised, which meant Molly had simply stopped arguing. "We move in at cake time," Bill whispered. "Fine then. But that clown is watching everything," Molly hissed. The clown in question was enormous and deeply suspicious, possessed of the watchful eyes of a retired detective. He kept scanning the perimeter between balloon animals, which was genuinely unsettling for a man in a rainbow wig. Bill reached confidently into his jacket. "I brought snacks to distract him." Molly stared at the inadequate little bag of cheese crackers and said nothing, which frankly spoke volumes.