Run: 2026-09-23-01M37HFVQJN1AY9Q7WWSS5NTRH

Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge shaped like a smiling dinosaur. Across the lawn, balloons bobbed above a table stacked with presents. “Is that the target?” Bill whispered. “No, Bill. That’s a dinosaur hedge.” “I meant the table.” “Then yes. Try pointing next time.” They wore black turtlenecks. Bill’s had a glittery cupcake on it, but he insisted the glitter helped him blend in. “Security?” he asked. “One grandmother at the gate. Two parents by the cake.” “And the children?” “Twenty-three, according to the invitations.” Bill swallowed. “Twenty-three witnesses.” Molly produced a clipboard and a cone-shaped hat. “We go in as party inspectors.” “That’s a job?” “It is if you look annoyed enough.” At the gate, the grandmother examined their clipboards. Molly frowned at a balloon. Bill wrote “balloon” and underlined it twice. “Cake inspection,” Molly announced. “Present inspection,” Bill added. The grandmother smiled. “Excellent. The children have been waiting for the magicians.” Before either thief could object, twenty-three children surrounded them, chanting for tricks. Bill pulled a coin from behind Molly’s ear. Molly made his clipboard disappear down the back of his trousers. The grandmother applauded. Then she handed them aprons and pointed toward the cake. “Lovely,” Molly muttered. “Now we’re catering.” Bill adjusted his hat. “Do caterers get cake?” “After cleanup.” “Best heist ever.”