Run: 2026-09-23-01M36W55ZYSNEZ5BKPWCBNACB7

Molly and Bill crouched in the shrubs beside the rental bouncy castle, watching parents arrange paper plates. A clown tested a horn. The present table sagged under glossy bags. "We move when the clown starts his trick," Molly whispered. "Everybody looks at him. Nobody looks at the gifts." Bill picked a leaf off his sleeve. He had insisted on the bow tie, which made him look like a guilty waiter. "This is a children's party, Molly. We are stealing toys from a kid named probably Tim, and I hate it." "Tim can get new toys," she said. "We cannot pay rent with feelings." They had walked the block twice. The side gate latch was loose. Caterer coats hung by the garage. "Aprons on, bags out, wagon waiting," she said. "If anyone stops us, we are fetching more ice and smiling very politely today, too." Bill watched a small girl hug a wrapped box. His mouth did its guilty thing. "We leave one present. The socks. A person has to sleep at night, Molly." Molly considered the yard, the cake, the easy pile. "Fine. Socks stay. Everything else comes with us, and we do not get sentimental about action figures."