Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40KZ1XHM9C1P0H72EH8KSD

Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the inflatable castle bobbing over the fence. “Three parents, one magician, and a clown with suspiciously alert shoes,” Bill whispered. “The clown is the weak link.” “Because?” “Because nobody trusts a man carrying balloons and a tiny bicycle.” Bill adjusted his black ski mask. “We’re dressed as caterers.” “We’re dressed as pirates pretending to be caterers.” “The party theme is pirates.” “The catering company is not.” A shriek rose from the garden, followed by the crash of a plastic swordfight. Molly checked her watch. “Presents are in the conservatory. We go in during the treasure hunt.” “What if the children find the treasure?” “Then we improvise.” “I hate improvising.” “You once escaped a museum through a ventilation duct wearing a suit of armor.” “I was improvising badly.” Bill peered through the fence. “That magician just made a rabbit appear.” “Useful distraction.” “He’s making it disappear now.” “Even better. We make the presents disappear.” Bill swallowed. “Are we stealing toys from children?” “We’re redistributing assets from tiny tyrants with juice boxes.” “One of them is wearing a paper crown.” “Exactly. Royalty.” The back door opened. A woman called, “Who ordered pizza?” Molly smiled. “Our opening.” “We didn’t order pizza.” “No,” she said, lifting a stack of empty gift bags, “but someone did.”