Run: 2026-09-23-01M36X2MR0QRW1JXABGV7H1A5Q

Molly spread the laminated blueprint across the hood of their van — a detailed map of the Hendersons' backyard captured from drone footage. Balloon arch at twelve o'clock. Bouncy castle at three. A piñata shaped like a unicorn stood as the area's only hazard. She circled the gift table with a red marker, counting seventeen presents wrapped in cheerful paper and secured with curling ribbons. Bill studied the layout beside her, marking entry points with a grease pencil stolen from a marine repair shop. His tactical vest was embroidered with the words "World's Okayest Uncles." He took his reconnaissance seriously and had even memorized the garden sprinkler schedule. "Snack table at seven o'clock. Kids nap by two thirty." They weren't here for cake. They were here for the gifts — bags stuffed with toys, art supplies, and a deluxe dinosaur playset worth ninety-five dollars at retail. Their open-source intelligence was solid, courtesy of a parent's public Facebook event invitation. Molly traced their exit route over the inflatable slide and through a gap where the decorative hedge had thinned from years of neglect. The van would be parked beyond the fence. "We go during piñata time. No one gets hurt today." Bill grinned.