Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZHG6T2A375Q8VR8J5GBGF

Crouched behind a rusted trash bin, Molly and Bill listened to distant toddler laughter and tinny party music. “You locked in the gift spot? The invite said presents are by the ice cream cart.” “Snagged the birthday mom’s Instagram post—all the good stuff’s in the wicker basket by the cooler: Lego set, art easel, that remote-control dinosaur.” “Distraction plan?” “Taped noisy party horns to a wind-up toy by the punch bowl. Should’ve gone off five minutes ago—parents’ll scramble to unplug it before toddlers stick fingers in the sugar punch.” “Also: no stuffed animals. Last heist, I bonded with a teddy bear and cried for two whole days when we had to drop it off at the thrift store.” “Got it, strictly wrapped presents. I grabbed a glow stick to spot the basket in fading light—don’t trip over a princess dress mid-heist.” “Backpack?” “Slung over my shoulder, duh. Now c’mon—before the face-painting teen returns and asks why we’re loitering with an empty gift bag.”