Run: 2026-07-09-01KX402RGQ85P8MBQB9Z0XFWJ2

Molly spread a crayon map across the laundromat dryer, because every respectable criminal headquarters needed warm socks and industrial humming. The map showed Saint Bartholomew’s Community Hall, tonight’s pirate-themed birthday party, and a suspiciously magnificent mountain labeled LOOT in purple. “We enter disguised as magicians, distract parents, then liberate presents,” Molly whispered. Bill studied the drawing. Her security system consisted of three stick figures, a dog wearing sunglasses, and something resembling an armed jellyfish. “Your last rabbit escaped, joined police, and identified us both,” Bill said. Molly conceded this with a solemn nod, then produced two costumes from a pillowcase. Hers had silver stars. Bill’s had yellow moons, one unfortunate tutu, and a price tag reading Toddler Wizard. Their reconnaissance revealed twelve children, sixteen adults, one exhausted clown, and a chocolate fountain guarded by a grandmother with the posture of a nightclub bouncer. Presents glittered beside the cake: bicycles, robots, dinosaurs, and a box large enough to contain either a dollhouse or Luxembourg. Molly circled the rear window. Bill circled the sausage rolls. Outside, their getaway vehicle, a stolen ice-cream cart, began playing Greensleeves at deafening volume. Every child rushed toward it. Molly sighed, erased the map, and followed hungrily.