Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HAF8EV9ER6MCCXN25TWFB9

Rain drummed steadily against the gutter as Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses behind the bakery dumpster. Bill crouched carefully beside her, meticulously polishing a pair of latex gloves with a handkerchief that had seen better decades. He checked his watch, tapped the glass twice, and nodded toward the house across the street. The backyard was already choked with plastic chairs and half blown up balloons shaped like dinosaurs. Inside the garage, cardboard boxes sat wrapped in neon paper and heavy tape. A string of battery operated lights flickered near the patio door, casting long shadows over stacks of unopened gifts. Molly shifted her weight, feeling the uncomfortable bulk of an empty duffel bag pressed against her ribs. She absolutely hated birthday schemes. Security was lax, though stakes ran high. Parents took these things personally. Bill dropped the glove and tossed a grappling hook forward. It looked like something designed to retrieve fishing lines from deep crevices. Molly sighed heavily and stared at the glitter covered lawn while the wind howled loudly through the wooden fence. "Check the vents," Bill whispered. "Do not speak. Grab every gift immediately. We exit now. Forget the cake. Move quickly." She packed quietly and stretched.