Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBDF4VAGSVFVHHWSPWAZK40

Molly adjusted her disguise, a plastic tiara that kept slipping off her forehead. She looked at the blueprints spread across the dashboard of the getaway van. The engine hummed softly beneath the floorboards. Bill was chewing on a licorice stick, staring at the suburban house where the birthday party was happening. The lights inside flickered with every burst of laughter from the children. His eyes darted back and forth nervously. "Okay, here's the play," Molly said. "We hit the driveway at six. Chaos is our friend." "Chaos is good," Bill replied. "But what about the security? I saw a dad with a laser pointer." "That's not security, that's a cat toy," Molly snapped. "The real threat is the noise. We need silence." "Can't we bribe them?" Bill asked. "I got a stash of gummy bears in the glovebox." "Gummy bears won't stop a seven-year-old from screaming thief!" Molly shook her head. Her hair fell into her eyes. "We go in, grab the wrapping paper, and we leave." "What about the Lego set?" Bill leaned forward. He smelled of stale coffee. "The big one." "That's heavy, Bill," Molly warned. "We're stealing joy, not bricks." "It's got gold trim," Bill insisted. "It's plastic," Molly corrected. "Focus. The goal is the pile. We vacuum them up." "A vacuum?" Bill raised an eyebrow. He wiped his mouth. "That's loud." "Not a vacuum. A net," Molly explained. "We throw the net over the pile, scoop, and run." "And if the mom catches us?" Bill asked. "We say we're the early delivery service," Molly said. "We're from Amazon. We're here to return the presents." "They'll check the receipt," Bill noted. "We forged the receipts," Molly smiled. It was a sharp expression. "Digital ones. On my phone." "What about the cake?" Bill asked. "No cake," Molly said firmly. "Sugar makes you jittery. We need steady hands." "I'm jittery already," Bill admitted. He looked down at his hands. "My heart is racing." "That's the adrenaline," Molly said. "Or the licorice." "Maybe the licorice," Bill chewed. The candy was sticky. "So, six o'clock. I knock on the door." "No," Molly said. "You ring the bell. You say Pizza delivery." "I'm not wearing a uniform," Bill complained. He slumped in his seat. "I have a hat," Molly offered. "It says Cheese on it." "That's not helpful," Bill groaned. He rubbed his temples. "It's a distraction," Molly insisted. "They'll look at the hat, I grab the presents." "And the dog?" Bill pointed at the yard. A shadow moved there. "Ignore the dog," Molly said. "It's a pug. It's too lazy to bark." "Okay," Bill nodded. He took a deep breath. "Six o'clock. Hat on. Net ready." "Right," Molly checked her watch. The second hand ticked loudly. "Five fifty-five. Let's move." Bill opened the van door. The night air smelled of cut grass and impending trouble. He stepped out onto the gravel. "Wait. What if there are no presents?" "Then we steal the cake," Molly said. "Deal," Bill said. Molly tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Her knuckles turned white. "And the balloons." "Why?" Bill asked. "For the van," Molly said. "Decoration." "You're crazy," Bill laughed. "I'm professional," Molly corrected. "Same thing," Molly replied.