Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09BF1TB064TNWZQYHGCYCH

Thedim glow of streetlights painted stripes across the suburban lawn where Molly and Bill crouched behind an inflatable bouncy castle that looked absurdly cheerful considering their current occupation. The party inside the sprawling McMansion raged on with squeals of delight and the occasional blast of a party popper echoing like gunshots in a bad heist movie where the villains always got caught because they couldn’t stop quibbling over the take. Bill adjusted his ski mask for the tenth time in five minutes, his eyes darting nervously over the pile of presents stuffed under a glittering "Happy Birthday" banner in primary colors that spelled out "HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY LUKE" in letters that wobbled slightly, as if applied by an enthusiastic but unsteady child. Molly wiped her palms on her cargo pants. "You sure this is it?" "Positive—unless you’d prefer the house with the dinosaur floatie next door with its security guard Chihuahua." "Criminal masterminds we are." They crept toward the back door, its window frosted with cheerful stickers of cartoon characters that seemed to jeer at their criminal intentions. The plan was simple: in and out before the cake entered the room. A clock tower in the distance tolled midnight. The adults inside were likely half-cut on warm prosecco. What could possibly go wrong?