Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9QD1ETK1F5GB3EKJ3NVRRH

Molly crouched behind the hedge outside Number Twelve, studying the garden where balloons bobbed like surveillance blimps and a paper banner announced HENRY IS SIX with the confidence of a military parade. Bill, wearing a stolen magician’s cape and the expression of a man betrayed by glitter, unfolded the hand-drawn map of the patio, cake table, and suspiciously alert bouncy castle. From inside came the shriek of children, the bark of a terrier in a bow tie, and the bass thump of party music heroic enough for a bank robbery. “Tiny chairs, tiny guards; the presents will practically arrest themselves,” Molly murmured. “Distract the clown, praise the pony, then run like uncles,” Bill replied. They watched a princess hand a juice box to a pirate, while three parents argued over charcoal and one grandmother patrolled the gift table like a retired prison warden. The loot sat in a mountain of wrapping paper, ribbons, and optimistic plastic, every parcel tagged in cheerful handwriting. Molly adjusted her black gloves. Bill adjusted his fake moustache. Somewhere, a piñata swung in the breeze like a warning from the gods. Still, opportunity wore a party hat. And both thieves felt absurdly noble about the business.