Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRPME7MMVQHM9NXWY0J7RH

Molly spread the crayon drawing of the backyard across the kitchen table. Bill squinted at it like it was a blueprint for the Pentagon and a ransom note. The kitchen smelled of burnt coffee and bad decisions. "The party is Saturday, three to five, eight kids, one very distracted mom." Bill tapped the pink highlighter marking the trampoline. "Entry point is the back gate. Kids will be too busy screaming to notice us." Molly grinned, adjusting her fuzzy bunny ears. "And the presents are under the oak tree, wrapped like Christmas in July." "We need disguises. I vote for clown." "You vote for getting arrested. I'm thinking lost delivery guy." Bill pulled a cardboard box from under the sink and practiced a nervous smile. "Perfect. I'll carry the presents out in this. Sorry, wrong address." Molly laughed and drew a mustache on his sketch. "And if a kid asks?" "I'll say the presents ran away. Very believable." She checked her watch and the security camera app on her phone. The backyard had no fence, just a decorative plastic flamingo. "Plan's solid. Let's go steal some birthday joy." He stood, box in hand, already sweating through his polyester costume.