Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK30PKFMSVNM8BZZHQAMK4Y

"Bill, are you sure this is the right house?" Molly whispered, peering over the fence. "It has a bounce castle." "It's the target, Mols. Look at that mountain of wrapping paper. Pure gold," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "Gold? It's probably just socks and Lego sets. We'll be rich in plastic bricks." "Don't be cynical. Those limited edition action figures fetch a fortune on the dark web. Now, what's the entry plan?" "We wait for the clown to leave, then slip in through the doggy door." "A doggy door? Really? I'm a professional cat burglar, not a golden retriever." "Desperate times, Bill. Besides, the security system is laughable. Just a motion sensor near the piñata." "What if the kids wake up from their sugar crash?" "They won't. We move during the cake cutting. Maximum distraction. Who looks at the presents when there's frosting involved?" "Good point. But if I get stuck in that tiny door, I'm blaming you." "Just suck in your gut. Hey, do you think they have those mini quiches?" "Focus, Bill! We are here for the loot, not the appetizers." "Fine. But if I see a quiche, it's coming with us." "Deal. Now, on my signal. Three, two, one... let's steal some birthdays." "Wait, did you bring the sack?" "I brought the reusable shopping bag. It's eco-friendly crime." "Perfect. Let's go."