Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXSK7384NTBBSBX7CSBZJ6

The backyard hummed with sugar-fueled chaos: a neon bounce house blaring off-key nursery rhymes, a lopsided sheet cake oozing pink frosting, and yelling toddlers chasing a bubble machine. Molly and Bill hunched behind an overflowing trash can, Molly clutching crumpled party plates, Bill twisting a half-deflated beach ball he’d fished from a curb pile, his toolbelt clinking with cheap scissors and a stolen plastic tiara. “Last week’s ‘pool cleaner’ got tackled by a princess-dressed mom after grabbing a kid’s Lego set,” Bill whispered. “You sure we don’t need a better cover?” Molly grinned, holding up the plates. “We’re volunteer gift organizers. I’ll distract the birthday kid by gushing over his dinosaur piñata, you dart to the presents and stuff every wrapped box into this frayed backpack.” “What if we get caught?” Bill yelped, eyes darting to the giant remote-control truck propped by the fence. “Just pretend you slipped on cake frosting,” Molly nudged him with her elbow. “Don’t touch the lollipop display—those are backup bribes.” “Ready?” Bill asked, slinging the frayed backpack over his shoulder. “Go,” Molly replied, already stepping toward the glitter-draped picnic tables.