Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBEX3QH30G9YE7101PAMKCE

Molly adjusted the heavy binoculars, squinting at the suburban house glowing with cheap fairy lights. The lawn was a minefield of plastic obstacles and inflatable bouncy castles. "Look at that security system, Bill. It's a plastic dinosaur." Bill popped the hood of the getaway van, revealing a toolbox filled with gum and duct tape. "It's a T-Rex, Mo. It's a deterrent for toddlers, not us." Molly lowered the glasses, wiping sweat from her brow. "We're breaking into a seven-year-old's birthday party. For toys." "High-value assets. Action figures, limited edition dolls, unopened Lego sets." Molly shook her head, pacing the gravel driveway. "The parents are going to notice the missing gifts. The kid is going to cry." "The kid is seven. He'll forget by Tuesday. We're talking about a smash and grab of pure joy." "Ethical? We're stealing a remote control car." "It's a drift car. It's gold." Molly checked her watch, the ticking echoing loudly. "The party starts in ten minutes. The parents will be inside taking photos." "Perfect. We hit the front door while the mom is trying to pose the cake." "We can't use the front door. That's where the dad is guarding the punch bowl." "The punch bowl? It's Kool-Aid, Mo." "It's fruit punch with a lot of sugar. If he spills it, the police come." "Fine. Back door. Through the garden. We avoid the sprinklers." "The sprinklers are timed. Every fifteen minutes." "We have a laser cutter. We cut the sprinkler head." "We don't have a laser cutter. We have a Swiss Army knife and a bag of gummy bears." "Gummy bears are a distraction tool." "They are candy, Bill." "They are currency. We bribe the kid." "The kid is the victim." "The kid is the accomplice. We give him a gummy bear, he tells us where the presents are." Molly stared at him, horrified. "You want to recruit a seven-year-old into a felony." "It's a community outreach program. Now, are you coming or not? The clown is arriving." "The clown?" "The clown is the lookout. If he sees us, he honks." Molly grabbed her bag, checking the straps. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Standard procedure. Let's go get some toys."