Run: 2026-09-23-01M37PH8A3G7PXFN7HQRQEHZRP

Molly crouched behind a hedge across from the Hendersons' backyard, adjusting binoculars while birthday music drifted through the summer air. "There. The presents are stacked on the table beside the piñata." Bill peered over her shoulder, sweating in black despite the ninety-degree heat. "A children's party, Molly? What's next, knocking over a lemonade stand?" "Eight-year-olds get gaming consoles these days. We fence those for three grand, minimum." Bill studied the yard. A clown twisted balloons near the fence, and a mother patrolled with a whistle around her neck. "What about the security situation?" "A clown and a mom with a whistle." "That clown looks very shifty." "He's making balloon animals, Bill." "Nobody's fingers move that fast without training." Molly checked her watch and pulled a party hat from her bag, jamming it onto Bill's head as a disguise. "Put this on. If anyone asks, we're the entertainment." "I'm a clown now? I hate clowns, Molly." "I contain multitudes. Now move. Cake time in ten minutes, and every adult in that yard will flock to the sugar." Bill sighed, straightening the polka dots. Together they crept toward the gate, two criminals about to ruin the happiest day of the year. Beyond the fence, children shrieked, blissfully unaware.