Run: 2026-03-18-01KM08J9Q5NNEQTPEKCKVAHA6X

Molly and Bill crouched in the alley behind the house, its windows pulsing with neon letters spelling *"HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY, TIMMY!"* Inside, a kazoo orchestra massacred "The Wheels on the Bus," and the air smelled of sugar and desperation. A deflated Elsa balloon rolled past them like a tumbleweed from a heist gone wrong. Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the fabric. “Back door only. Quiet in and out.” Bill scratched his chin. “Or we just walk in as clowns.” “That’s your big idea?” “Works for birthday parties.” The backyard stank of spilled fruit punch and broken crayons. Their lockpicks clicked against the patio door like a metronome set to chaos. Inside, a mountain of presents glittered under strobing disco lights—a Lego Death Star, a My Little Pony castle, and enough stuffed animals to start their own zoo. Molly stuffed a duffel bag, shoving aside a Tutankhamun action figure. “Three minutes. Then we bolt.” Bill nodded, counting down on his grubby fingers. “One. Two. Three.” A child’s voice shrieked from inside. “THE CAKE IS GONE!” Molly yanked the wagon’s handle. “RUN.” The presents rattled behind them like an avalanche of guilt as they vanished into the night, whistling the birthday song off-key.