Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBEMNVRQGEHVYWHEGR0VFA8

Bill adjusted his tactical vest over a faded Spider-Man t-shirt. The blueprints on the tablet glowed against the pitch dark dashboard. Molly checked the lock-picking set for the third time. They were targeting the Peterson birthday bash. Security was minimal, mostly a dad guarding the cake. “We go in at midnight,” Bill said. Molly nodded. The presents were piled high in the living room. LEGO sets, bikes, and a suspiciously large hamster cage. She imagined the tears later, but the payout was worth the guilt. “What about the piñata?” “Leave it,” Molly replied. “Too heavy.” Bill grinned. He loved the chaos of a heist gone wrong. The van hummed quietly as they waited for the parents to fall asleep. Molly tightened her gloves. This was their biggest job yet. Stealing from children felt wrong, but stealing from rich kids felt like redistribution. “No security traps?” Molly asked. “Ready now?” “Born ready,” Bill whispered softly. They stepped out into the night air. The house loomed ahead, a fortress of sugar and balloons. Molly grabbed the heavy crowbar. Bill checked the watch. Time to make some noise. They moved toward the back door, shadows against the moon. The big heist was on.