Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G0WPSC7A88VJBKWFEDJJV9

The getaway van idled behind a bouncy castle warehouse, headlights off, engine coughing like a retired accordion. Molly pressed her face to the window and squinted across the lawn. Fairy lights glowed over a party tent, and beside a towering cake shaped like a castle sat a mountain of wrapped presents, each one tagged with a name and a tiny drawing of a dinosaur. Bill unfolded the blueprints across his knees. Someone had doodled a grinning clown in the margin, and he had decided to ignore it. "Security?" Molly whispered. "One dad, asleep in a deckchair," Bill said. "Holding a sausage roll like a teddy bear." Molly tugged a pink ski mask over her head, complete with a stitched unicorn horn. She checked her pockets: lockpicks, duct tape, three chocolate coins, and a whistle she could not remember stealing. They crept across the damp grass, sneakers squelching in something neither wanted to identify. Bill clutched a sack large enough to hold a small pony and muttered instructions to himself about not sneezing near the balloons. The tent flap opened easily. Inside, a dozen children slept in sleeping bags shaped like sharks and unicorns. Molly tiptoed between them, grabbed the nearest box, and grinned. A tiny voice piped up from the darkness. "Are you the present thieves?" Molly froze. Bill slowly lowered his sack. "No," he whispered. "We're the present people."