Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40VVMS3QYJKV3EAW0NK9X6

Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the bungalow’s balloon-festooned windows. Inside, children shrieked around a magician who appeared deeply regrettable. “Count the presents,” Bill whispered. “I count twelve boxes, three bags, and one suspiciously flat dinosaur.” “Could be a skateboard.” “Could be a child folded incorrectly.” Bill adjusted his black ski mask. It had tiny unicorns on it. “Why are you wearing that?” “Camouflage.” “Against what, a rainbow burglary squad?” “Children trust unicorns.” “Children also bite.” From inside came a roar of applause, followed by the magician yelling, “No, that was my good dove!” Bill peered through the hedge. “The parents are in the kitchen. Cake deployment in two minutes.” “Excellent. We enter through the side gate, cross the patio, grab the loot, and leave before anyone notices.” “What about the dog?” Molly glanced at the dachshund wearing a paper crown. “He’s distracted by existential humiliation.” Bill produced a sack. “I brought wrapping paper.” “To steal presents?” “To rewrap them after.” “That is either considerate or deranged.” “Why not both?” A child pressed against the window, staring directly at them. “Bill,” Molly hissed, “don’t move.” “Why?” “He’s seen us.” The child waved. Bill waved back. “Now he thinks we’re entertainers.” Molly sighed. “Fine. You’re the unicorn. I’m the evil aunt. On three.”