Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZNFG0V1HDADE96K424KQ7

Two thieves hunkered behind a scraggly backyard hedge, a sugary birthday jingle and a toddler’s plastic trumpet trilling over the picket fence. “Okay, tight timeline,” Molly hissed, digging a crumpled grocery bag from her coat. “We’ve got 11 minutes till cake cutting—sugar high’s gonna send half these kids bolting for the port-a-potty any second, and the pizza’s gone in five. Grab the wrapped present piles by the picnic table, toss ’em over the fence to me, and don’t you dare pet the fluffy golden retriever everyone’s calling an ‘emotional support animal’ for the birthday grandma.” Bill twisted his tool belt strap, eyes darting across the lawn. “What if the birthday boy sees me? He’s got a dinosaur mask glued right to his face, he’ll think I’m a normal party guest!” “Your neon pink fanny pack gives you away, dipshit,” Molly snapped, shoving a handful of bubble wrap into her bag. “Last month I swiped an entire cart of garden supplies by pretending I worked at a neighborhood yard sale—you just gotta act like you belong here.” “Wait,” Bill squawked, jerking his thumb toward a man with a camera. “The guy with the photos? He’s been snapping pictures of the piñata!” “That’s the birthday uncle,” Molly sighed, already slipping through the hedge gap. “Move now before we walk away with nothing but a glow-in-the-dark star necklace, a stack of dinosaur coloring books, and a crumpled party favor. Go!”