Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94GQ22JDA9VQJRWB40JJ01

Molly peered through a grubby pair of binoculars, her focus locked on the balloon-festooned house. The birthday stampede was in full swing. Inside, a treasure trove of untouched presents lay waiting, a glittering mountain of potential profit disguised as childish joy. Bill, slumped beside her in the idling getaway car, was meticulously peeling a hard-boiled egg. "Right, Bill. Phase one: reconnaissance is complete. It's a veritable smorgasbord of consumerism," Molly stated, lowering the binoculars. "You mean, lots of presents?" Bill mumbled, cramming the egg into his mouth. "Exquisite. Now, the plan. You create a diversion at the front door, something innocuous. A lost balloon retrieval?" "Or I could walk in and ask where the grown-ups are keeping the *really* good stuff?" Molly sighed. "No, Bill. Think subtle infiltration. While Mrs. Higgins is distracted by your pathetic puppy-dog eyes, I'll be extracting the main haul through the conservatory. Easy peasy." "Conservatory? Does it have air conditioning? I hate getting overheated." "Just stick to the plan, Bill. And for goodness sake, stop peeling the egg on my upholstery."