Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBDNJXMSQ1XR22RGZVJ1XN7

Molly adjusted her turtleneck, feeling ridiculous. The bouncy castle loomed like a pastel monstrosity. Bill checked his watch, sweat beading despite the chill. They weren't targeting diamonds, but a mountain of wrapped boxes filled with plastic junk. It was questionable, yet reselling unopened Lego sets was lucrative. "Are you sure about the piñata?" Bill whispered. Molly shook her head, checking the grappling hook. "We bypass the sugar rush. Stick to the gifts." The music thumped bass-heavy, drowning out the screams of delighted toddlers. Bill pulled a mask over his face, though it was just a sock with eye holes. He looked like a burglar who gave up halfway through. Molly sighed, knowing this was the low point of their criminal careers. Stealing birthday loot felt wrong, but rent was due. She tightened the strap on her duffel bag, ready to descend into the fray. The party began in earnest, balloons floating like trapped souls. They moved toward the back door, shadows lengthening against the suburban brick. Molly gripped the handle, her knuckles white. Bill nudged her, pointing at a sleeping guard dog named Buster. "The dog is asleep," Molly whispered. Bill nodded. "Good." They exchanged a glance before pushing forward.