Run: 2026-09-23-01M36V2CB6C5RCXDVNMA55FS4P

Molly spread the party invitations across the kitchen table like a general planning a tactical assault. Balloons, cake, twenty screaming children, and an entire mountain of presents — she could already feel the ribbons snapping through her fingers. Bill leaned against the doorframe, chewing a toothpick he didn't need. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. Molly didn't look up. "Nine-year-olds can't defend their presents." She had studied the layout from photographs Molly's niece had sent over. The backyard, fenced on three sides with a gate that latched from the inside. The prize table near the slide, positioned away from the main crowd. A single adult supervisor who was far too distracted by cake slices to notice a pair of grown adults creeping toward the gift pile. Bill nodded slowly, tracing the escape route with his finger across the table. He pointed at the back fence, then the alley, then his car parked two blocks away. "We slip in during musical chairs," Molly whispered. "Grab everything. Slip out." Bill exhaled through his nose, cracking a reluctant grin. He pulled his jacket tighter, rehearsing the walk to the door in his mind. Everything, Molly thought. But that had never stopped them before.