Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSJY8VF2Q6X4XGS187Y5Z27

Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle wobbling in the suburban backyard. Streamers sagged from the gutters, and a clown honked his way through a crowd of sugar-crazed seven-year-olds. The presents sat stacked on a folding table like a glittering monument to childhood greed, ribbons fluttering in the breeze. Bill adjusted his stolen party hat, the elastic strap biting cruelly into his stubbled chins. He'd insisted on the disguise, claiming nobody suspected a man dressed as a birthday guest. The fact that he was forty-six and uninvited had not factored into his calculations. "This is foolproof," he whispered, gesturing with a half-eaten cupcake. Molly rolled her eyes. The clown was the real threat, she decided, watching him juggle with unsettling precision. A professional. Possibly former military. She mapped their route mentally: slip past the piñata, dodge the face-painting station, grab the gift table, and vanish before the cake arrived. Twelve seconds, maximum. The getaway van idled in the alley, its engine purring beneath a magnetic sign reading PARTY SUPPLIES PLUS. "Remember the plan," she murmured. Bill nodded solemnly, frosting smeared across his nose, having already forgotten every single detail they'd rehearsed for three exhausting, miserable weeks straight.