Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF6ACRRGC2SVFA4J7R8HV6

Molly leaned against the fence, hereyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard. "Look at that," she murmured, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "A whole treasure trove of shiny things, just sitting there." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through his binoculars. "Molly, it's a children's birthday party. The 'treasure' is wrapped in wrapping paper and filled with cheap plastic toys. The parents are probably still paying off the cake." "Details, Bill," Molly scoffed. "Think of the potential! Those Lego sets, the new bikes, the gaming consoles... pure gold! And the parents will be too busy chasing toddlers to notice a couple of... 'party planners' sneaking in." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, the security is a three-year-old with a juice box. The 'security system' is a crying baby monitor. The 'guards' are exhausted parents trying to keep sugar-fueled chaos contained." Molly pointed at the cake. "Exactly! They're all hopped up on sugar and frosting. A little distraction, a quick grab, and we're out before the sugar crash hits. It's a perfect heist!" Bill hesitated, then lowered the binoculars. "A perfect heist? Molly, we'd need a getaway vehicle that can outrun a toddler on a tricycle. And what about the... emotional attachment? Stealing from kids? That's crossing a line, even for us." Molly shrugged, already moving towards the gate. "Emotional attachment? Please. It's just stuff. Stuff that isn't nailed down. And we'll replace it with... better stuff. Trust me, Bill. This is our biggest score yet." She slipped through the gate before he could argue further.