Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSJJYCJ00TK3EE65JMM6KEZ

Molly crouched behind the hydrangeas, binoculars trained on the backyard where a dozen six-year-olds shrieked around a bouncy castle shaped like a unicorn. Bill knelt beside her, sweating through a clown costume two sizes too small, the ruffled collar slowly strangling him. The presents glittered on a folding table near the patio, a mountain of wrapping paper and ribbon defended only by a sleeping golden retriever and a piñata shaped like a dragon. Molly had drawn up blueprints on the back of a pizza box, complete with arrows, dotted lines, and a coffee stain she insisted was "the danger zone." "This feels wrong," Bill whispered. She ignored him, calculating angles. The plan was elegant: Bill would waddle in, distract the children with balloon animals, and Molly would slip behind the table disguised as the entertainment. They had practiced for weeks. Bill could now produce a balloon giraffe in under four seconds, though it usually exploded. A mother carried out a sheet cake topped with sparklers, and the crowd erupted. Molly tightened her grip on the duffel bag, heart hammering with the thrill of impending crime. "Remember," she breathed, "nobody gets hurt." Bill nodded solemnly, then tripped over his enormous shoes into the bushes.