Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94MPREYH6DZS6VHM0D9KP4

Molly crouched low behind a particularly prickly hedge, her binoculars trained on the brightly decorated bungalow. A small army of giggling recruits, clad in superhero capes and princess gowns, swarmed the garden, powered by an alarming quantity of fizzy drinks and an equal amount of cake. The main prize was visible through a wide bay window: a mountain of colourful boxes, suspiciously similar in size and shape to a gaming console and a brand-new tablet. Bill, sprawled lazily on the grass trying to coax a stray cat closer, grunted. "Looks like a good haul," he muttered, momentarily distracted as the cat batted playfully at his shoelace. Molly sighed, the sheer unadulterated joy emanating from the vicinity was almost nauseating. "Focus, Bill," she hissed, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding like a poorly-choreographed ballet. "The mother is taking photos by the bouncy castle. That's our window." She adjusted the focus, a grim smile playing on her lips. This was almost too easy for professionals. The sheer volume of brightly wrapped potential was enough to make a saint reconsider their vows.