Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95QBCJX9V6P62WNTFZRY17

Molly studied the sprawling lawn through her binoculars, the sticky-sweet symphony of a fifth birthday party assaulting her delicate sensibilities. Below, Bill, camouflaged – rather poorly – as a shrub, twitched an imaginary leaf. The target: a mountainous pile of brightly wrapped loot piled brazenly beside a deflating bouncy castle. Young Percival’s parents clearly subscribed to the 'more is more' philosophy, judging by the miniature electric sports car already joyriding across the pristine turf. This was a goldmine of consumerism. Bill mumbled from his verdant disguise. "Children's party? Really?" Molly adjusted her focus. "High-end gifts, Bill. Look at the drone!" "Ethics," he sighed. "Wealth redistribution. And that's a robot dog." The indignant thief scratched his itchy leafy cheek. Molly scanned the grounds, noting the surprisingly lax security for such a conspicuous display of consumption. Only a single, extremely bored teenager supervised the haphazard face-painting station. This wasn't their usual Louvre job, but a heist was a heist. It just smelled faintly of desperation and cheap cake. A simple snatch and grab.