Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXB3KXR0PE6JEHXYTX3EJ4

Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle wobbling in the suburban backyard. Streamers fluttered. A clown juggled balloons with the desperate energy of a man who had not been paid. Beside her, Bill chewed a granola bar, dropping crumbs into the surveillance equipment. "This is our biggest score yet," he whispered. She lowered the binoculars and glared. The presents sat stacked on a folding table like a glittering Everest of wrapping paper and ribbon, guarded by nothing more menacing than a sleeping golden retriever and a grandmother dozing in a lawn chair. The plan was simple, which worried Molly, because Bill's plans were never simple for long. He had insisted on dressing as a magician, claiming the disguise would let them blend in. Currently he wore a top hat, a cape, and the haunted expression of a man whose fake mustache was peeling in the heat. A child shrieked nearby. Cake was being served. "Wait for the piñata," Molly murmured. "Maximum chaos." Bill nodded solemnly, then pulled a dove from his sleeve, which immediately flew away, taking a chunk of his cape with it. Molly closed her eyes. Somewhere, professionally, she had taken a very wrong turn.