Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9PVYVQ29MSS96RRHHQ7CNX

Molly unfolded the crayon-smeared invitation like blueprints for a casino. Balloons tugged at the fence. Beyond the hedge, a clown barked orders at children orbiting a bouncy castle piled high with gifts. Bill crouched beside her, wearing black gloves and a stolen party hat for camouflage. The alley smelled of frosting, wet grass, and criminal ambition. A pony snorted near the gate. Somewhere, a magician misfired confetti and got booed by seven-year-olds. Molly traced the route from gate to present table with one gloved finger, calculating timings, obstacles, and the patrol pattern of a serious grandmother nearby. Molly spoke first. “We go in smiling. Nobody suspects cheerful adults near sheet cake.” “I’ve never looked cheerful. I look like unpaid rent in shoes.” “Perfect. Parents at parties all resemble minor financial disasters.” “What about the clown?” “Bribe him with a balloon dog and professional jealousy.” “And the presents?” “Snatch, sack, vanish through the petting zoo.” “Past the goat? That beast remembers me.” “Good. If it charges, everybody watches the goat.” “That’s either strategy or confession.” “At the piñata signal, we rob innocence before cake arrives.” “Fine, but if a grandmother tackles me, I’m pretending to be the magician’s rabbit again tonight.”