Run: 2026-09-23-01M36T7H1KZYV14SEM5P996QA4

Molly unrolled the floor plan across the kitchen table, weighting its corners with salt and pepper shakers and a biscuit. Bill studied it through a magnifying glass he'd borrowed from his optician, which was a neat trick since he didn't wear glasses and had never been to one. The house was crawling with bunting. Molly had counted seventeen rainbow streamers through the upstairs window and estimated another thirty along the hallway. Children would arrive at two o'clock with parents who would inevitably start chatting in corners, turning their backs on the mountain of wrapped gifts piled beside the kitchen. "Which one is the front door?" Bill whispered. "Have you ever seen a house before?" Bill frowned. The layout was unusual. Two bathrooms, a converted garage studio, and what appeared to be a fully functional indoor slide. The presents were the problem. Arriving in waves, they'd sit on a trestle table near the entrance, visible to anyone in the hallway but shielded from the living room where the entertainment would unfold. "Don't touch the presents until the entertainer starts." Molly straightened up. The plan required precision, Molly's expertise with obstacles, and Bill's talent for looking like a bored uncle nobody invited.