Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M1Y2D13JRD1Q6QMQ069XNW

Molly crouched behind the inflatable unicorn, counting steps across the plastic floor. Bill stood by the birthday table, balancing three balloons and one terrible plan. The children's party was full of guests who had never heard of a heist but could certainly smell the frosting. The bunting fluttered like defeated pennants, and the punch bowl glistened with suspiciously expensive lemon slices, while the tablecloth rippled every time the wind remembered what it was doing. No alarm, giggles. Each one a tiny witness. They could not testify. Too young. Molly whispered, "Check the sprinklers." Bill whispered, "Done. Cake intact." They had scouted this backyard for weeks, memorizing the crayon drawings taped to the fence and the exact angle of every juice box. Tonight, the presents would vanish before the candles were even lit. The parents would blame squirrels. Molly preferred raccoons. Molly whispered, "Gifts by the door." Bill whispered, "All of them?" Their van waited in the hedge, disguised as a very confused food truck. Inside, Bill had lined the cargo area with stolen bean bag chairs for shock absorption. He considered it practical. Molly considered it adorable. Molly whispered, "We leave nothing." Bill whispered, "Easy money." Molly whispered, "Easy smiles."