Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40TVVV8E0AK66K851RRBQ7

At dusk, Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge shaped like a disapproving rabbit. Through the window, eighteen children orbited a chocolate fountain while parents compared allergies and mortgage rates. “Bill, remember the plan: enter as entertainers, locate presents, avoid toddlers, and leave before anyone asks you to make a balloon giraffe again this evening.” Molly unfolded a blueprint drawn on a napkin. Bill wore a magician's cape, two swimming goggles, and the grim expression of a man regretting every career choice. “Molly, that giraffe was anatomically adventurous. Besides, why are you the magician? I have the cape, the goggles, and natural mystery in my eyebrows already.” A balloon squeaked against the glass, making both burglars duck. Inside, the birthday cake leaned dangerously toward a bowl of punch. Molly pointed toward the kitchen door. “Because your last trick set fire to a handkerchief, three curtains, and a vicar. You handle distractions; I handle locks and cake with professional restraint.” Bill examined the tiny scooter assigned as their getaway vehicle. Its bell gave a cheerful ding. “Fine, but I claim the enormous dinosaur parcel. If it contains socks, I am returning it with a strongly worded apology to the birthday child.”