Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M11A7KETNM2QQZ07BHHPH1

Molly crouched behind a fiberglass castle, its pink turrets poking her ribs, and surveyed the enemy: a suburban backyard transformed into a sugar-fueled wonderland. A banner screamed Happy Birthday Bradley in lopsided letters. Long tables groaned under stacks of wrapped presents, ribbons curling like sleepy snakes. Balloons bobbed, and a hired magician was pulling an unhappy rabbit from a hat. Nearby, a chocolate fountain burbled beside a mountain of cupcakes, while parents sipped coffee and pretended not to watch the chaos. Bill crouched beside her, sweating through a purple dinosaur onesie, and tightened the drawstring on a pillowcase. The plan was simple, which terrified Molly more than the guard dogs at the last job. Get in, steal all the presents, and vanish before Bradley blew out the candles. Simple for a cat burglar, less simple for a nervous accomplice wearing a tail. Molly checked her stolen invitation. “We go in at cake time,” she said. Bill eyed a stomping toddler. “Cake time is war time.” “Then be a sneaky dinosaur,” Molly replied. “I’m not sneaky,” Bill said. She handed him a cone hat. “Commit,” she said. They waited for the piñata signal, hearts pounding, while Bradley raised a plastic bat.