Run: 2026-03-09-01KKAC3VV8YFB2PC8R2RZWMB37

Molly studied the bungalow from behind a hedge shaped like a rabbit. Balloons bobbed above the fence, and the shrieks of seven-year-olds rose and fell like a fire alarm. On the patio, a clown made a balloon sword, then accidentally dueled himself with it. Bill adjusted his cap and peered through binoculars he’d stolen from a whale-watching tour. “Presents by the cake, three big boxes, red bows, easy lift,” Molly whispered. “Excellent. Distract clown, dodge dove, avoid piñata, and absolutely no mingling with toddlers,” Bill said. She rolled out a crayon-colored blueprint on an upturned wheelbarrow. The route was simple: through the side gate, across the bouncy castle during Happy Birthday, then a left past the magician and his suspicious dove. Bill’s job was distraction. He had dressed as a parent, which mainly meant wearing beige and looking tired. Molly, in a giant cupcake costume, would blend in among the hired nonsense. A small dog in a party hat trotted over carrying a streamer and growled. Bill froze. Molly flicked him a sausage roll from her pocket, and the beast accepted the bribe with the solemnity of a customs officer. Beyond the hedge, candles were lit. It was time now.