Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD84EG4VXK2JQJ36R79YR2V

Molly crouched behind the bounce house, blueprint flapping against her knees. Bill wore a clown nose over his balaclava, which defeated the purpose and somehow made it worse. Across the lawn, thirty six-year-olds attacked a piñata shaped like a banker while parents sipped lemonade and pretended not to know each other. “The presents are under the big unicorn,” Molly whispered. Bill nodded solemnly. “And the unicorn is extremely judgmental today. Please hurry.” Their plan was elegant in the way wet cardboard is elegant: enter as magicians, distract the crowd with scarves, load gifts into a cake trolley, exit before the mascot arrived. Molly had brought fake mustaches, a priest collar, and three kazoos for morale. Bill had brought a real ferret named Kevin for reasons he refused to explain, though Kevin had his own tiny harness and looked more prepared than either of them. A balloon popped. Three toddlers screamed. Kevin escaped toward the snack table wearing Bill’s watch. “No heroics,” Molly said. “Grab, roll, vanish.” Molly sighed, checked her stopwatch, adjusted her mustache, and stepped into the sunlight with a criminal smile. The party had no idea generosity was about to be burgled by two idiots and one morally flexible ferret.