Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40SNE3NWYBDRCWP1ZVC04J

Molly studied the mansion through opera glasses, though it was only a rented hall decorated with balloons. Inside, a children’s party raged beneath a banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TREVOR, in letters that appeared to be losing the will to live. Bill crouched beside her in a tuxedo two sizes too small, his bow tie strangling him with professional enthusiasm. Their target stood beneath the refreshment table: a mountain of brightly wrapped presents guarded by six-year-olds, one suspicious grandmother, and a magician whose rabbit looked armed. “We enter as entertainers,” Molly whispered. “Can you juggle?” “No, but I can lie.” They approached the side door carrying a cardboard box labeled EXTREMELY BORING TAX DOCUMENTS. Molly wore a paper crown. Bill wore two paper crowns, having misunderstood the disguise briefing. A toddler pointed at him. “Why are you dressed like a sad king?” “Method acting,” Bill said. The magician announced a disappearing-donut trick. As every child lunged forward, Molly slipped behind the cake table and began transferring presents into the box. Bill distracted the grandmother by pretending to faint near the punch bowl, then accidentally did so for real. Molly dragged him toward the exit, box in hand, when the rabbit sprang from its hat and clamped onto Bill’s trouser leg. “Leave me!” he hissed. “Certainly,” Molly replied, abandoning him and the presents alike. Outside, she discovered the box contained tax documents after all. Bill emerged moments later, crowned, bitten, and carrying a balloon shaped like a regretful sausage.