Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07EFDCN52WJKS9WET9YYJT

Molly and Bill crouched behind the hedges while the birthday house glittered with paper stars and vanilla from the kitchen. Inside, children shrieked at a magician whose rabbit kept trying to escape through his collar. Bill raised his toolkit: a spoon, a wire, and a face of saintly concern. "We blend in, Molly." "Like parents, or clowns?" "Parents, but quieter." Molly tucked a folding ladder beneath her coat and pointed at the side gate. "Focus." They slipped through the side gate just as a toddler in a cape declared himself king of the cake. Molly palmed the lock with her spoon while Bill distracted a poodle wearing sunglasses and a sash. "I prefer louder theft." The presents gleamed beneath the tree, wrapped so beautifully they looked too expensive to touch. Molly frowned at a box the size of a microwave and twice as noisy. "Shh." Bill whispered, "Excellent party taste." Molly nodded toward a stack labeled FROM GRANDMA, DO NOT SHAKE, which was exactly the sort of warning she respected. "Apparently." Bill hefted the sack and grinned as the magician applauded his own disappearing rabbit. When the parents turned back, Molly and Bill were over the fence, with glittering loot.