Run: 2026-05-10-01KR90SWPJ9C4SFYN14A9YEDKR

Molly adjusted her neon foam party hat, the synthetic felt itching against her forehead like a swarm of angry ants. In the shadows of the suburban garage, she checked the structural integrity of the prize-winning balloon arch. Bill crouched behind a stack of oversized gift bags shaped like fire engines, his bulky frame crammed into a clown vest that threatened to rip at the seams with every agitated twitch. They were surveillance specialists in another life, but tonight their mission was focused exclusively on the mountain of glitter-wrapped loot resting unguarded on the mahogany banquet table. The parents were currently distracted by a chaotic magican who was busy losing his own thumbs behind a veil of crimson silk. Molly checked her tactical stopwatch, noting the dwindling time signature of the toddler frenzy. She adjusted her grip on the industrial-sized laundry bag she had disguised as a giant stuffed panda. Bill stared at the shimmering mountain of loot and whispered, Do you think they will notice if we take the cake too? Molly rolled her eyes and hissed, Keep your focus on the birthday boy’s haul, you greedy clown. Bill nodded solemnity, clutching a squeaky hammer as they prepared to sprint across the shag carpet.