Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY922WX62CVM3FGJ43PEG7H

The warehouse smelled like stale popcorn and regret, the kind of regret that comes from realizing you’ve just agreed to rob a children’s party. Molly adjusted her ski mask, the elastic digging into her forehead like a guilty conscience. Bill fidgeted with a lockpick, his breath fogging up the dim light. “You sure about this?” Molly whispered, eyeing the blue balloon tied to the doorknob of their target—a suburban McMansion where some kid’s fifth birthday was currently being ruined by the presence of *gifts*. “Last time we hit a party, we got chased by a guy in a superhero cape.” Bill didn’t look up. “That was a *bachelorette*. This is *kids*. They’ll just cry and eat cake.” “And the parents?” “Distracted. One’s filming the whole thing for TikTok, the other’s passed out in the hot tub.” Molly crossed her arms. “You checked?” “Cross my heart.” Bill held up a finger, then immediately dropped it. “Also, the security system’s a motion-activated *piñata*. We smash it, we get candy.” Molly groaned. “We’re stealing *toys* from *children*.” “Think of it as redistributing wealth,” Bill said, finally popping the lock. “The rich kid gets one less Lego set. Some poor kid gets *two*.” Molly sighed, stepping over the threshold. “If we get caught, I’m telling everyone you cried during *The Lion King*.” Bill grinned, already stuffing a stuffed animal into his bag. “Worth it.”