Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZMW9VN3QBYW2Q6XN4XRKP

Molly hunkered behind an overgrown azalea bush, cotton candy tang clinging to her scuffed jeans as she squinted past a pastel bounce house and a face painter dabbing glitter on a toddler’s cheek. A mountain of wrapped presents sat piled beside a backyard grill, tied with neon ribbons glinting in the afternoon sun. Bill fumbled with disposable plastic gloves, dropping a roll of duct tape twice between his scuffed work boots, eyes darting at every screaming kid zooming past. “Quit making that racket,” Molly hissed, nudging his elbow. “The birthday mom’s too busy snapping bounce house photos to notice us.” Bill snatched the tape, ears flushing bright pink. “This is insane! Last week you made me steal lollipops from a grocery store checkout for ‘startup capital’—now we’re robbing a 7-year-old’s birthday party?” “These aren’t cheap coloring books and stuffed animals,” Molly whispered, nodding at the tallest stacked boxes. “There’s a Lego Jurassic set, three gift cards, and a tablet in that big blue wrapper. No one’ll miss a few when everyone’s screaming over the piñata.” “What if there’s a security guard?” Bill squeaked, darting his gaze to the backyard fence. “Those ‘security cameras’ are just fake solar lights I grabbed from the dollar store last night,” Molly said, patting her fanny pack full of lock-picks. “When the birthday song starts, that’s our window. Grab the top two stacks and bolt to the alley behind the laundromat. And don’t stop to pet the party golden retriever, okay? Last time that cost us our last heist.” Bill adjusted his faded baseball cap, swallowing hard. “Right. Birthday song. Got it.”