Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXCJHBYZXD275SPEXV51VG

Molly crouched behind the hydrangeas, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle wobbling in the suburban backyard. Streamers sagged from the gutters. A clown honked somewhere inside, sounding less festive than vaguely menacing. Beside her, Bill unrolled a hand-drawn map across his knees, smearing it with the cupcake frosting he'd stolen earlier as reconnaissance. "The presents are stacked by the piñata," he whispered. She nodded, scanning the perimeter. Two mothers guarded the snack table like prison wardens. A toddler armed with a juice box patrolled the gate, suspicious of everyone. Worst of all, a golden retriever named, according to the banner, Sir Barkington, dozed beside the gift mountain—wrapping paper glinting like treasure. Molly's plan was elegant. Bill would create a diversion by joining the limbo line, his criminal flexibility finally serving a purpose. Meanwhile she'd slip in disguised as the entertainment, having purchased a secondhand fairy costume that fit nobody comfortably. The wings alone could knock over a six-year-old. She checked her watch, then the cake, then her dignity, which had departed hours ago. "On three," she breathed. Bill swallowed nervously, adjusting his balloon-animal hat. Somewhere a child screamed about cake. Destiny called, frosted and ribboned, and the thieves answered.