Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5ABB1R7QS6A9MZESP13A6

Molly and Bill crouched behind the hedge, peering through binoculars at the most heavily fortified target of their careers: a backyard birthday party for a seven-year-old named Tyler. "Forty-two presents, minimum," Molly whispered, adjusting the telescoping antenna of her party-hat jammer. Bill frowned at his blueprint, which was mostly a crayon drawing of a bounce house. "The clown's the lookout. See how he keeps glancing at the gift table? Professional." They had spent three weeks casing the operation. They knew the cake arrived at two. They knew the piñata was a decoy—nobody fills a donkey with actual gold, Molly had explained, twice. The bouncy castle, however, was their escape route. Bill had calculated that at maximum inflation, one good bounce could clear the fence into Mrs. Henderson's petunias. "What about the kids?" Bill asked nervously. "Distraction phase," Molly said, pulling two magician costumes from the duffel. "Nobody questions a magician." The banner flapped in the wind: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYLER. Somewhere inside that pile of wrapping paper sat the prize—a limited edition robot dinosaur worth eight hundred dollars on the resale market. Molly straightened her top hat. "Showtime." Bill swallowed hard and honked his horn.