Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2G9VQ94S7S70F1ZFAS58A0

Bill thumbed the edge of a creased map, the kind from a party supply store with cartoon balloons arrows pointing to the bouncy castle. Molly was already in the other room, testing the weight of a pink unicorn piñata strapped to her belt. “The ‘Unpack the Magic’ wrapping paper is tissue-thin,” she said, her voice a low hum against the squeak of her chalk-dusted gloves. “Three good swipes and the pile’s ours.” Bill nodded, marking the quickest route from the patio door to the gift table. He traced a dotted line around the cake. “And the parents? They’re not going to just watch us load up a minivan with Dino-Roar battle sets.” “You let me handle the parents,” Molly replied, adjusting a novelty party hat that read ‘7 Today!’ on her forehead. “I’ll be the aunt from Cleveland with a sprained ankle. They’ll be handing me presents to hold.” Bill tapped the map. “The loot’s by the lemonade cooler. Once I give the signal—a triple sneeze—you pull the fire alarm.” “Perfect,” Molly whispered, and her smile was all sharp little teeth. “Let’s go make some seven-year-old have a very expensive and emotional breakdown.”