Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBGFBSX9YYG4WB3EZRK7WJS

The van smelled of stale coffee and desperation. Molly adjusted the binoculars, focusing on the suburban house where balloons swayed in the breeze. Bill sat in the passenger seat, picking at his fingernails with a pocket knife. Look at that security system, Bill said, chewing a gum wrapper. It is a plastic fence. Molly lowered the glasses, her eyes narrowing at the flimsy barrier surrounding the backyard. It is a toddler fence, Bill. It is designed to keep a three year old in, not a professional thief out. Bill grinned, revealing a missing tooth he had never bothered to replace. So we climb over. Easy. But what about the loot? We cannot carry a thousand LEGO sets. Molly tapped a clipboard with a red pen, marking off contingencies. We do not take the LEGO. We take the electronics. Tablets, consoles, those smartwatches that track kids. What about the cake? Bill asked, his eyes widening. No cake. We are here for the merchandise, not the sugar rush. But the frosting is edible. Focus, Bill. The parents are distracted by the clown. Is it a real clown? Or a hired actor? Is the clown wearing a wig? Molly checked her watch. The timing was critical. Does it matter? If he is juggling, we move. It is a wig. I can see the hairline. I still think we should take the piñata. She slammed the clipboard shut. The piñata is empty, Bill. It is just a cardboard donkey. Full of candy though. Molly grabbed the crowbar from the floorboard, her knuckles white. If you touch the candy, I leave you here. Do we have a bag? The duffel is in the trunk. Fair enough. What is the exit strategy? She pointed toward the alleyway behind the house where the trash cans were lined up. Trash cans. We dump the loot in the bins and drive off. The garbage truck comes at six. Molly froze. The math was suddenly against them. Then we sell it before six. We hit the pawn shop on Elm. Pawn shops do not buy unopened Transformers. Bill opened the van door, the hinges squeaking in protest. We break them open first. Then it is scrap metal. Just get in the car. We start with the backyard. I am bringing the crowbar. They stepped out into the humid afternoon air, ready to rob a birthday.