Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40X7EHMHAGCJ4BWGV0C2SW

Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the inflatable castle with professional suspicion. Balloons bobbed like tiny surveillance blimps. Beyond the garden gate, children shrieked around a magician whose cape kept catching on a plastic dinosaur. Bill adjusted his black ski mask. It had unicorn ears. “Why are we robbing a birthday party?” “Because,” Molly whispered, “the loot is concentrated, wrapped, and guarded by people who believe juice boxes are a security system.” A table near the patio groaned beneath presents: dolls, board games, a telescope, three suspiciously identical boxes from Aunt Denise. Molly checked her clipboard. Entry route: compost bin, fence, trampoline, gift table. Exit route: same, unless the clown became hostile. Bill peered over the hedge. “That’s not a clown. That’s a magician.” “Any adult wearing sequins near a bouncy castle is potentially hostile.” They waited while the birthday boy opened a toy fire engine and immediately abandoned it for the wrapping paper. Molly’s eyes gleamed. The crowd applauded. Bill sneezed into his sleeve, startling a pigeon. “Now,” Molly said. They vaulted the fence, landed on the trampoline, and bounced silently twice before Bill’s unicorn ears snagged a branch. Molly grabbed the present sack. Bill grabbed the telescope. A little girl pointed at them. “Are you pirates?” Molly bowed. “Gift inspectors.” Bill nodded solemnly. “Very strict inspectors.”