Run: 2026-09-23-01M37PYCAEYW8RYN65XHM0CR8H

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, binoculars pressed to her face, though the party was only fifteen feet away. Bill lay beside her in what he insisted was tactical gear but was unmistakably a burgundy tracksuit from a discount bin. "Any guards?" Bill whispered. "One clown. Asleep. Drooling on his bow tie." Molly adjusted her binoculars. "Presents are stacked by the piñata." Bill nodded with the gravity of a man who had once stolen a lawn flamingo and never let anyone forget it. They had spent three weeks planning this job. There was a laminated diagram. There was a color-coded timeline. There was, inexplicably, a decoy balloon. The plan was elegant in its simplicity: enter through the hedge, pose as Aunt Carol and her husband Gary, load the presents into a wagon disguised as a stroller, and vanish before the cake was cut. Molly signaled. Bill rolled through the hedge with all the stealth of a filing cabinet falling downstairs. The clown stirred but did not wake. They crept toward the pile. Teddy bears, board games, something that beeped ominously. Bill reached for a wrapped box, and a child of about six looked up at him with enormous, unblinking eyes. "Gary?" the child said. "You came!" Bill froze. Molly sighed. The plan had not accounted for recognition.