Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK21SZXMG0VHZ6F32V35VR7

Molly adjusted her mask while peering through the hedge. The lawn stretched out before them, littered with plastic chairs. Bill checked his watch and sighed loudly into the night air. Are you sure about this specific plan working? Bill asked. It is absolutely perfect for us today, Molly said. No security systems. Just sugar high parents looking at phones. They are kids, Bill said sadly. We are technically stealing from toddlers here now. They have the best stuff, Molly replied quickly. Lego sets are liquid gold on the black market. Bill kicked a stone across the pavement slowly. The noise seemed loud in the quiet street. He looked at the house where balloons bobbed against the mailbox. I feel physically sick about this job, Bill said. Put on the uniform right now please, Molly ordered. Bill pulled a clown suit from his bag. The fabric rustled like dry leaves. He stared at the red nose with resentment. This is profoundly humiliating for me specifically, Bill said. It is strict camouflage, Molly said firmly. Nobody suspects a working clown at all ever. Everyone suspects a clown, Bill argued loudly. They are inherently suspicious figures everywhere locally. Molly shoved the nose into his hand roughly. She pointed at the door where boxes gleamed under the light. Look at that massive haul there now, Molly said. That is a dinosaur, Bill said quietly. It is made of cheap plastic usually mass produced. It is a vintage model, Molly insisted strongly. Do you know what collectors pay for those items? Bill zipped the suit up slowly. The zipper sounded like a dying mosquito nearby. He waddled as the fabric bunched around his knees. I cannot run in this outfit easily, Bill said. You do not need to run fast, Molly said. You need to jiggle naturally instead mostly. Jiggle? Bill asked confused. Clowns jiggle, Molly explained calmly. It throws off their visual aim completely always. Bill looked at the house again nervously. A child screamed inside loudly. The sound was piercing and high pitched. They are wild animals, Bill said scared. Distract them with balloons, Molly instructed sharply. I hate balloons deeply, Bill said sadly. Molly checked her lockpick set carefully. The tools clinked softly in the quiet night. She felt ready for anything except parental rage. Are you ready now? Molly asked. No, Bill said honestly. Too bad for you, Molly said. Bill took a deep breath slowly. The rubber smell filled his nose completely. He stepped onto the grass. Here we go then, Bill said. Molly followed behind him closely. She carried a sack with a dollar sign. It was classic but effective. Do not trip over anything, Molly whispered. I am trying hard, Bill whispered back. They reached the porch steps. The boxes waited silently. Bill reached for a package. This feels morally wrong, Bill said. Think of the money involved, Molly said. I am thinking of the tears, Bill said. Molly opened the sack. The canvas mouth gaped open. Just put it in, Molly said. Bill dropped the box inside. It landed with a heavy thud. One down already, Molly said. Forty to go still, Bill said. Molly smiled behind her mask. This was going to be easy money.