Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9PV5N5JGAGKVXE16759BJK

Molly crouched behind the community hall's hedge, notebook balanced on one knee, studying the battlefield of balloons, bunting, and sugar-fueled chaos. Inside, a clown on stilts wobbled past the windows like a very cheerful emergency. Bill lay beside her in a cardigan stolen from a golf club, looking less like a master criminal than a substitute geography teacher who'd misplaced Belgium. The plan, Molly insisted, depended on timing: arrive during the cake song, slip through the kitchen, load the presents into the laundry trolley, and vanish before any parent noticed the suspicious decline in wrapping paper. It was, she admitted, the classiest robbery either of them had attempted involving a bouncy castle. “Molly, this feels morally sticky,” Bill whispered. “Bill, it's reconnaissance with ribbons,” Molly said. He watched a magician pull a dove from a hat and nearly swallow his own mustache from nerves. Somewhere, a child screamed with the ecstatic ferocity only jelly can inspire. Molly clicked her pencil, eyes shining. On the patio sat the loot table, glittering beneath fairy lights like a department store had exploded. Bill sighed, adjusted his cardigan, and prepared to burglarize joy. Bill gulped. “If toddlers tackle me, I'm surrendering and joining the cake.”