Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSK2AR7N1DJN96XC3C94YV7

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, binoculars pressed to her face, surveying the chaos of frosting-smeared children and exhausted parents. The presents glittered on a folding table, a mountain of glossy wrapping paper and curled ribbons begging to be liberated. Bill wormed his way beside her, dragging an enormous sack and breathing heavily through his clown mask. "Why are you dressed like that?" Molly hissed. He shrugged, the red nose squeaking. "Camouflage." She rolled her eyes and returned to her surveillance. The birthday boy, a tyrant of perhaps six years, ruled his domain with a plastic sword, knighting subjects and demanding tribute. A piñata swung ominously from an oak branch, its papier-mâché belly stuffed with reconnaissance opportunities. The plan was elegant in its simplicity. During the cake ceremony, while every eye fixed on flickering candles, they would sweep the table clean and vanish into the suburban afternoon. Molly checked her watch. The mother was already lighting matches, cupping the flame against the breeze. Children gathered like moths. "Now," she whispered. Bill stood too quickly, tripped over his oversized shoes, and tumbled directly into the bouncy castle, which deflated with a sound like a dying accordion. Forty children turned to stare. Molly closed her eyes.