Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KS181AYGGRGWEYGKKWAN2P

Molly taped a glitter-covered invitation to the refrigerator and stared at it like it was a blueprint for a bank vault. Bill arrived with a backpack full of noise-canceling headphones, a deflated pool float, and a suspiciously large collection of juice boxes. The target was Timmy's seventh birthday. The house on Maple had a fence, a bored babysitter, and a living room the size of a warehouse filled with wrapped boxes that glittered under paper lanterns. Molly had cased it twice disguised as a balloon vendor. She adjusted her wig, a pink bob that squeaked. Bill tested his disguise, a foam dinosaur costume that smelled faintly of wet dog. "This is either genius or child endangerment," Bill whispered. "I vote both." Molly smiled. "We go in at eight, grab the gifts, leave the cake." The plan involved the float, the headphones, and a very convincing sob story about a lost puppy. The float would be their escape raft through the kiddie pool. The headphones would let them hear the babysitter's podcast. The puppy story was Molly's specialty. She had once cried on cue for a raccoon. Bill checked his watch and zipped the backpack. Outside, balloons drifted like guilty witnesses. Molly took a deep breath and practiced her party voice, which sounded suspiciously like a chipmunk.