Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2J9B2GDEACGZ6AXT3F9N5K

Molly adjusted the strap of her duffel bag, eyeing the inflatable bounce house with professional disdain. Bill crouched behind a hedge, his balaclava bunched around his neck like a nervous turtleneck. “This is insane,” Bill said, earning a sharp elbow from Molly. “Shut it,” she whispered. “The piñata’s our Trojan horse.” A child shrieked past, clutching a glitter-wrapped box. Molly’s fingers twitched. Bill tugged at his collar. “We’re stealing from kids.” “We’re redistributing. That little monster has enough Legos.” She pointed to the gift table, a fortress of pastel paper and ribbon. The plan was simple: replace the real presents with decoy boxes, slip out during the chaos of cake time. Bill nodded slowly, then stopped. “I’m not wearing the clown suit.” “You’ll wear the suit.” Molly unrolled a pair of oversized shoes. “Or you’re the distraction.” A mother turned, frowning at the hedge. Molly flashed a placid smile, arm around Bill. “Just discussing the treasure hunt,” she sang. The mother wandered off. Bill sighed. “Fine. But I keep the horn.” Molly shook her head, already cataloguing loot. Ten percent of one hundred children’s joy—easy math, lighter conscience.