Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZP848EQEZ08RZDM2SN8JQ

Golden hour bleached the cul-de-sac in warm amber as Molly and Bill pressed flat behind an overgrown rose bush, their shoulders catching on sharp pink thorns. Bill clutched a crumpled plastic gift bag emblazoned “My First Soccer Star,” its handles digging into his bruised knuckles—scraped that morning prying open a rusted playground lock. Molly tucked a roll of heavy-duty tinfoil into her waistband, using it to shade her face from streamers fluttering out the home’s open sliding glass door. Inside, a clown in a too-tight red suit twisted balloon animals, while toddlers shrieking after a bubblemachine drowned out the soft scuff of their sneakers on dewy lawn. “Stick to the bows that still have their original price tags,” Molly hissed, voice tight enough only Bill could hear. “Don’t forget the ones with the shiny foil wrappers,” Bill grunted, already stepping toward the stack of presents by the patio heater. Bill snagged two thickly wrapped boxes first, shoving them into his overstuffed bag, while Molly darted under the picnic table to grab a pile of smaller shinier packages tucked between a folding lawn chair and a half-eaten cupcake plate. A fluffy golden retriever wandered over, sniffing Bill’s shoe, and he held his breath until it trotted off toward the clown. They’d planned this heist for three weeks: parents would be glued to cake and photos, no one would spot two volunteer helpers slipping away with loot. As Molly stuffed a stuffed unicorn into her jacket, she glanced at the kitchen window, counting seconds till the clown pulled his rabbit trick.