Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBG4YB7E1R8W5EA4PXNPKNV

Molly adjusted her cat burglar mask, which was actually just sunglasses with blacked out lenses. She stood on the curb across from the house where balloons bobbed against the sky. Bill checked his watch, a cheap digital thing that beeped every minute. They needed precision. The target was a kid's birthday bash. Inside, wrapped boxes sat like diamonds on a low table. Molly tapped her earpiece, waiting for the signal. Bill adjusted his tie, which was slightly too long. He looked nervous. The plan involved sliding under the fence and posing as a pizza delivery person. It was risky but potentially lucrative. Molly whispered to him. "Are you ready for this?" Bill nodded slowly. "Just please don't trip." They moved toward the gate. The grass was wet. A dog barked in the distance. Molly pulled a grappling hook from her pocket. It was actually a slingshot. Bill laughed nervously. "This is insane." Molly ignored him. She focused on the window. The curtains moved. Someone was watching. They paused. Stakes were high. Not just money, but joy. Stolen joy. Bill adjusted his glasses. "What if they catch us?" Molly smiled. "We definitely won't." They sprinted forward. Gate creaked. They slipped inside.