Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF2BJ3FJADGJCP3JBKSBJM

Molly pulled a stolen {"binoculars from her backpack} and focused on the brightly decorated yard across the street. My God, the things people do for small humans. Streamers clung to every tree and bush. A bouncy castle sat determinedly in the middle of the grass, defying gravity with bright, obnoxious resilience. "On my signal," she whispered, barely moving her lips. Bill, accommodatively lanky even when quiet, adjusted the earwig in his ear. "Signal what? I'm not seeing anything but chaos." "What faith you have in me," Molly muttered, watching a gigantic caterer struggle with a cake shaped like a dinosaur. "The chaos is exactly the point. We strike during the cake collapse. All eyes will be on the sugar catastrophe, and their precious little booty will be all alone." She zoomed in on a pile of presents digging their way out of a cardboard box under a tree. From this angle, they looked suspiciously judged. One seemed to be staring directly at her. "Makes my teeth hurt," Bill said, crunching on a stolen "caramel popcorn he'd managed to get stuck in his teeth for the past hour. "The presents or the party?" "Everything. The noise is giving me a headache." A tiny screaming child ran past the window, hands covered in what Molly assumed was frosting based on its light blue color. The countdown began inside her head. Five... four... the caterer fumbled with the tower... three... it swayed... two... the dinosaur crashed into a Photo Booth... and chaos rebirthed itself with a grander scale than before. Molly was on her feet in an instant. "Now," she said, though the word vanished into the cacophony anyway. Bill didn't need it, though. They were a well-oiled machine of questionable morality, and this was their symphony. Soon, they'd be decorations hanging silently in Bill's closet, watching dust motes like tiny Chinese firecrackers going off in rays of afternoon sun.