Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFGTJ9SGS0FE6CHTBR4QF6S

Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars pressed to her eyes like a sniper with zero combat experience. The backyard was a minefield of balloons and streamers. "What's the head count?" Bill whispered from behind a kiddie pool. "Twelve kids, three parents, one golden retriever named Captain Biscuit. Twenty-two presents stacked by the oak tree." "Twenty-two? For a five-year-old?" "Somebody's compensating." Molly pointed at the man passing out cake. "We slip in during the piñata chaos, grab everything, and vanish." "You said there's a dog." "One golden retriever." "Those things bark, Molly." "Not this one. I checked Yelp. Two stars. Lazy." The piñata burst open, candy exploding across the grass. Molly grabbed Bill's sleeve and they crept toward the present pile. A golden retriever trotted over and sat directly in their path. "That's Captain Biscuit," Bill hissed. "The Yelp dog. He's looking right at me." "He's looking at nothing. Professionals. Focus." The dog flopped onto its back, rolling in Smarties with pure joy. "See?" Molly whispered, stuffing presents into a duffel bag. "A non-factor." Bill glanced back. "Do you think the kid will notice?" "No, she won't. She's turning five. She won't remember this by Wednesday." Bill grabbed the last gift bag and followed Molly back through the hedge, hands trembling. "That went well," he breathed. "Always does," Molly zipped the bag. "The dog's the least of your worries." Bill looked toward the cake table. "They have chocolate frosting." "Do not." "Five-second rule starts now."