Run: 2026-09-23-01M36NR162AFPR2E7WB14NP1XK

Molly spread the floor plan across the bonnet of the getaway car. “The presents are beneath the balloon arch,” she whispered. Bill peered at the drawing upside down. “I thought that was the cake.” “It’s a balloon arch.” “Then why does it say CAKE?” “Because I drew the cake.” Across the street, the children’s party glittered with streamers, tiny paper crowns, and the sort of cheerful music that made Bill feel personally accused. Their target was a mountain of gifts beside the punch bowl. Molly had brought disguises: two enormous mascot costumes shaped like cheerful rabbits. Bill lifted his head through the rabbit’s neck. “I can’t see.” “You’ll fit right in.” “I’m a rabbit with a beard.” “Festive beard.” They approached the garden gate, hopping with the strained dignity of criminals pretending to enjoy exercise. A little girl waved. Bill waved back, knocking his rabbit ear into a wind chime. The chime rang. Every adult turned. Molly kept hopping. “Smile.” “I’m terrified.” “Exactly. Rabbits are.” Inside, Molly steered their bulky costumes toward the gifts while Bill distracted the children with a clumsy dance. It worked brilliantly until the birthday boy declared Bill his favorite rabbit and hugged him around the knees. Molly loaded presents into a laundry sack. Then the boy offered Bill a cupcake. Bill accepted it, because refusing would have looked suspicious. They escaped through the hedge with stolen gifts, frosting on Bill’s nose, and a handwritten invitation to next Saturday’s party tucked in Molly’s pocket.