Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBEWWMFFCSFDFAXC2D0PR10

Molly adjusted goggles, feeling ridiculous beneath neon beanie. Bill stood beside her, clutching a bag smelling of cheese. They crouched behind a hedge, watching through an open window. Balloons bobbed against a ceiling painted with cartoon stars. Scent of wax and sugary frosting drifted through the air, intoxicating despite their moral bankruptcy. They were here for the loot. Bill shifted his weight, snapping a twig. Molly slapped his arm, signaling patience. The target was clear. A stack of boxes wrapped in foil paper caught light. Risk was zero. Bill checked his watch, tapping foot impatiently. He hated waiting. Host distracted by cake soon. That was their window. They would slip through the cat flap and vanish. Bill grinned, showing a gold tooth. Molly rolled her eyes. He always wanted to look tough. It was a distraction. The real skill lay in timing. One wrong move meant prison. She took a breath. Silence now. "Stay still, do not move," she whispered. "I like fire," he replied. "Down," she said. "I cannot breathe," he mumbled.