Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ36RD8G7DZG5V7N9GB4XDC

Molly adjusted her binoculars from behind the hedge, counting the brightly wrapped packages through the window of the suburban home. Inside, a magician was pulling a rabbit from his hat to the delight of two dozen screaming six-year-olds. "Seventeen presents inside," Molly whispered. "That's three grand minimum, easy money." Bill scratched his beard, squinting at the chaos inside. A child had just attempted to body-slam the magician, and two others were using wrapping paper tubes as swords. "We wait for cake," he replied. "Chaos peaks then." They had attempted this caper once before, at a niece's celebration in Portland. That operation had ended with Bill taking a frosting-covered shoe to the groin and Molly being chased by an angry clown with a balloon animal grudge. Children, they had learned, were unpredictable adversaries who fought dirty and tattled freely. The birthday boy opened a massive box shaped like a castle. Molly's eyes widened. That was the limited-edition Dragon Fortress Playset, worth four figures alone. "Still no cake," Molly groaned in frustration. Bill patted her shoulder. "Patience, dear." They settled into the bushes, waiting for the chaos to ripen.