Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTY2GS1YYB5SD5PXCAGXW3M

Dusk bleached pink and blue backyard streamers into soft smudges as Molly and Bill crouched, squinting through the hedge’s thick leaves, behind an overgrown boxwood hedge. The distant thrum of a bounce house mixed with high, scratchy children’s yelps, laughter bouncing off the neighboring ranch siding. Bill hovered over the sliding glass patio lock, his lock pick slipping for the third time, sending a quiet clink against stone pavers. Molly prodded his thigh with her crumpled black mask, breath coming in sharp, irritated huffs. “Stop fidgeting so much, I’m almost through the lock,” Bill grumbled. “Hurry—they’re herding the kids to the cake table right now,” Molly hissed. They’d spent three weeks mapping the party’s layout, memorizing harried parents’ patrol routes, stashing empty gift bags in their backpacks’ false bottoms. The front hall was stacked with wrapped presents, bright with cartoon bows and glittery accents, the target they’d scouted for an unassuming heist. A plastic tiara flashed through the cracked patio screen, and Bill fumbled again, elbow knocking over a potted petunia. Molly clamped a hand over his mouth as a group of toddlers trundled past the hedge, clutching half-eaten lollipops and sticky balloon strings.