Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0PTZMQG5D162ZPMVY3WRC0

Molly spread a crayon map across the bonnet of their wheezing van, pinning the corners with jelly babies, while Bill surveyed the church hall through binoculars bought from a pirate costume set. Inside, six-year-olds orbited a magician like sugared moons. Presents rose beside the cake in a glittering mountain of unicorn paper and heroic robots. Molly tapped the drawing, which showed balloons, a bouncy castle, and one stick figure labelled DANGER: GRANDMA. “Molly, those parcels are guarded by toddlers with frosting knives,” Bill whispered. “Then we go in as entertainers: you juggle, I apologize,” Molly said. Bill considered his outfit, a raccoon mask under a cardigan, and nodded with the dignity of a doomed accountant. Their previous jobs had involved diamonds, paintings, and once, by mistake, a prize marrow; none had smelled so strongly of fruit punch. Molly produced two party hats, modified with tiny suction cups for reasons she refused to explain. Bill placed his on sideways. A balloon popped inside. Both thieves dived behind a hedge, scattering jelly babies into the gutter like sugary evidence. From the hall came applause. Molly dusted leaves from her sleeves and grinned; Bill sneezed confetti. The van coughed, as if judging them.