Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBK79DZBBTYW59RH3FEZM7K

Molly adjusted goggles while Bill checked the lockpick set very carefully. The house glowed very brightly with fairy lights. Colorful balloons bobbed against the windowpane. Bill asked, shaking his head slowly. "Are you sure?" "It's a party." Molly corrected, pointing at the pile under the tree. "It's a treasure vault," "Look at those tags. Designer toys." Bill sighed heavily. "Those are for kids, Molly. Not us." she said, pulling a shiny van key from her pocket. "We aren't keeping them," "We're reselling them on eBay. For charity." "You always say that." "This time it's true. Orphanages need Legos." Bill looked at the sliding glass door. "The security system is just a dog." "A golden retriever. He likes treats." Molly tossed a bag of jerky to him. "You distract, I crack." "I hate this job." "You love the money." "I love the money more than I hate this job." They moved slowly toward the patio. The music inside was loud. Laughter echoed through the walls. Molly signaled Bill to stop. A shadow moved inside. "Is that the dad?" "Asleep." "What if he wakes up?" "Then we run." Bill kicked the door. It opened. They slipped inside quietly.