Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1G8A0GK6BZ4MXGVKA2ZPER

Molly crouched behind the hydrangeas, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle wobbling in the suburban backyard. Streamers sagged from the gutters, and a clown honked his nose at children who plainly despised him. Beside her, Bill unfolded a laminated map of the patio furniture, sweating through a stolen caterer's uniform two sizes too small. "The presents are stacked by the piñata," Molly whispered, jabbing a finger at a glittering mountain of wrapped boxes. Bill nodded gravely, producing a grappling hook better suited to scaling a battleship than a six-foot garden fence. He'd also packed three smoke bombs, a crowbar, and an alarming quantity of confetti, reasoning that nobody suspects a thief who arrives celebrating. The plan was elegant in theory. Molly would create a diversion by challenging the clown to a balloon-animal duel, drawing the parents into a betting frenzy. Bill, meanwhile, would belly-crawl across the lawn beneath a tactical tablecloth, loading gift bags into a wagon disguised as party favors. "What about the dog?" Bill asked, eyeing a sleeping golden retriever. Molly smiled, withdrawing a packet of deli ham from her jacket. They had thought of everything. Everything except the birthday boy, who was now staring directly at them, holding a water pistol with terrifying confidence.