Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTXSK6XE7WYMF2JYDSNVWMJ

Molly adjusted her neon tutu and checked the perimeter of the backyard. Bill stood nearby wearing a giant penguin suit that smelled faintly of mothballs. Why am I dressed as an aquatic bird, Molly hissed while readjusting her plastic tiara. You look festive, Bill replied, clutching a stolen bag of glittery confetti. Could you focus on the objective? The target is the mountain of wrapping paper stacked dangerously near the bouncy house. I already scouted the trap, Molly whispered, pointing a finger at a miniature golden retriever guarding the gifts. It is a puppy, Bill argued. We are professional thieves, Bill. Professionalism is about avoiding adorable distractions. Just grab the stack, okay? I cannot grab anything with these oversized flippers, Bill complained, gesturing wildly at his costume. Take them off, you idiot. The birthday boy has a sugar-fueled obsession with cake and zero surveillance training. We are strictly here for the high-end LEGO sets and that mountain of gift cards. If we get caught by a toddler, I am quitting this partnership. Just stop complaining and throw me the glitter, Molly commanded. Time to infiltrate this party before the clown arrives. We have precisely four minutes until the piñata explodes.