Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBG97FCN6FJRTSX76M3F9YC

Molly crouched behind the holly hedge, binoculars pressed tightly against her eye sockets while Bill nervously adjusted his rubber gloves. The target house glowed with the chaotic warmth of a child's eighth birthday party. A dragon balloon bounced near the mountain of frosting on the table. This was the score of the decade, far exceeding any bank they had robbed. They needed to move fast before the cake got consumed by hungry children. "Ready?" Molly whispered. Bill swallowed hard. "Go." She pointed left. "I open." Bill trembled. "What about dog?" "Sleeping." The dog was awake. "Not watching." Bill nodded slowly, gripping his crowbar tighter as they crept forward. Shoes remained silent on the mulch. The key card in Molly’s pocket hummed against her thigh. They would not miss. The loot would fill the trunk of their beat-up sedan. They slid the glass panel open without a sound, the latch groaning softly under pressure. Shadows danced against the wall. They moved like ghosts through the living room, avoiding spilled juice patches. Bill held up a gift bag. "Is this it?" He whispered. "All of it." Molly grinned. "All of it." Wait. The alarm waited. They moved very quickly without sound now.