Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0P2AT1XBJ5WQ0HY2SXG4XS

Molly unfolded the crayon-drawn map across the bonnet of their van, weighting the corners with a stale doughnut, a bent screwdriver, and Bill’s emergency kazoo. Across the street, balloons bobbed outside number seventeen, where thirty sugar-crazed children were shrieking beneath a banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIMMY. “Clowns first, cake second, presents third,” Molly said. Bill squinted through binoculars held backwards. “That pony looks tactical.” “It’s a donkey in a hat.” The plan was elegant, if one ignored the glitter glue. Molly would enter disguised as Princess Sparkleboots, distract the parents with balloon animals resembling tax forms, and herd the children toward the garden. Bill would slip in as Uncle Kevin, a man nobody remembered inviting but everyone felt too polite to question, and load the presents into the van marked HAPPY FUN MAGICIANS. Inside his satchel, Bill carried labels reading EDUCATIONAL TOYS, the most boring camouflage known to childhood. “What if they ask for a trick?” Bill said. “Pull humility from your sleeve.” He patted his jacket nervously, producing three lollipops, a parking ticket, and a rubber chicken with judgmental eyes. The front door opened. A toddler wearing a cape pointed directly at them and yelled, “Mum, the burglars are here early!”