Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9QERN6Y67ZDXVH74F53ZAG

Bill and Molly crouched behind a hedge shaped like a surprised rabbit, studying the garden beyond. Paper lanterns bobbed over a pink castle bouncy house, while parents drifted around folding tables with the distracted majesty of overworked zoo keepers. The mountain of presents glowed beside the cake like a treasure pile assembled by small pirates. Bill wore a blazer stolen from a golf captain; Molly had chosen pearls and the expression of a woman disappointed by everyone. Between them sat a duffel bag, several helium balloons, and a map that looked less like strategy and more like an octopus doodle. “Molly, children are ruthless; one nearly garroted me with streamers.” “That was a magician's assistant, Bill, and you deserved it.” “We need disguises: cheerful smiles, sensible shoes, absolutely no crowbars.” “Crowbars say confidence, but fine; I'll carry balloons and menace.” “Remember, we're stealing presents, not traumatizing the birthday monarchy today.” “Relax; I speak fluent parent: bunting, where's the gift table?” “And if we're caught, Bill? Children can smell criminal vibes.” “Then smile wider; adults distrust frowns, but children love lunatics.” “Fine, cake first, presents second; I have standards, unlike you.” “Good. No thief with manners ever interrupts the frosting ceremony.”