Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK2ENTRE3FGJSA8DQ6SJ2KT

Molly adjusted her dusty binoculars, focusing intently on the inflatable bouncy castle. Bill chewed his stale gum nervously beside the stolen van. This was low even for them. The suburban street remained quiet under the flickering streetlights. Their black masks lay on the dashboard nearby. "Are you sure about this, Mol?" Bill asked quietly. "Positive. Look at that pile. Wrapped goldmines under that tree." "It's a birthday party for toddlers. They have parents everywhere watching." "Amateurs. We go in during the magic show. Distraction is guaranteed." Bill sighed heavily and kicked a small stone across the dirty pavement. "What about the clown? He looks suspicious to me." "He's wearing oversized shoes. He's not FBI, Bill. Relax." "I feel bad stealing Lego sets from kids." "Think of the resale value. Stop moralizing and check the perimeter." Molly lowered the glasses and turned to face her partner directly. She looked stern. "We need the big sacks. No noise whatsoever." "If I get caught by a seven-year-old, I'm quitting." "Deal. Now move it before cake comes out." They slipped into the shadows, ready for the score of the century. The night air felt cold against their skin. A dog barked in the distance.