Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2JEAC0BT2PAEZ3T8EY7ZN

Molly crouched behind the hydrangeas, binoculars trained on the Hendersons' backyard, where forty-seven children shrieked around a bouncy castle shaped like a unicorn. Beside her, Bill wore a balloon-animal hat he insisted was "tactical camouflage." The presents sat on a folding table under a banner reading HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY, CHESTER. Guarding them was a grandmother armed with a juice box and a terrifying stare. "Grandma's the problem," Molly whispered. "Distract her, and I'll take the gifts." Bill nodded, hat squeaking. "I know a clown." Molly closed her eyes. Twenty years of safecracking, museum infiltrations, and one incident involving a llama, and here she was, ruining a stranger's birthday. Chester had received three separate Lego sets from relatives who lacked imagination, and someone had to redistribute the wealth. Bill crawled toward the clown, who was smoking behind the garage. Molly watched him negotiate in hand gestures. Moments later the clown marched toward the grandmother, honking a horn, and began a magic trick involving scarves. Molly slid from the hydrangeas, pillowcase open like a hungry mouth. She swept up gifts, glitter dusting her sleeves. Then the unicorn castle deflated, and forty-seven children turned to stare at her. "Surprise! Happy birthday, Chester?" she said weakly.