Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GWCRYSCY6VK0DSV04T4M1D

Molly crouched in the hydrangeas, binoculars perched atop her reading glasses, watching the Pembertons' backyard glow with fairy lights and the ominous hum of a rented bouncy castle. Bill rolled off a wheelie bin and landed beside her with the grace of falling furniture. "It's a birthday party, Molly." He gestured at the scene: thirty seven-year-olds orbiting a gift table stacked with wrapped offerings taller than the birthday boy himself. Somewhere, a parent fired up a fog machine, because apparently espionage aesthetics were included in the deluxe package. "With a gift table, Bill." Molly unrolled a laminated blueprint across her knees. The infiltration route was color-coded. The escape route was, concerningly, drawn entirely in crayon. "Surrounded by children." He wasn't wrong. The perimeter bristled with juice boxes. A piñata swung overhead, a sugar-filled security system, and a grandmother patrolled the snack station like a prison guard. "Distracted children." "Eating cake." She tapped the blueprint. Phase one: enter as the clown. Phase two: swap the gift bags with decoys from Bill's garage. Phase three: exit through the moonbounce. Bill stared at her. "That's somehow worse." Molly adjusted her clown nose and smiled like a woman about to commit present larceny.