Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZVK2BRF01PKKBXNX1X556

Twilight bled soft pink over the quiet suburban cul-de-sac, where tulle streamers flapped from a weathered wooden backyard fence strung with half-lit fairy lights. A cluster of deflated helium balloons bobbed above a plastic picnic table cluttered with crumpled party napkins and half-eaten pretzel sticks. Bill hunched behind an overgrown hydrangea bush, his gray hoodie sleeve caught on a sharp thorn as he gripped a crumpled reusable grocery bag emblazoned with a peeling cartoon shark sticker and a pair of dull, rusted wire cutters. Molly leaned against the chain-link perimeter fence, a peeling Minnie Mouse headlamp perched precariously on her forehead, her black leather jacket smudged with neon paint from a recent failed art heist. They’d spent three weeks meticulously scoping this 7-year-old’s unicorn-themed birthday party, noting the cluster of distracted parents hovering over the snack table, too busy passing frosted chocolate cupcakes to keep a close eye on the backyard lawn. The distant, shrill laughter of the birthday girl bounced off the neighboring garage, making Bill flinch like he’d been splashed with cold water. Molly nudged Bill’s shoulder with her boot, gesturing toward the gap in the screen door leading to the back patio. “Keep low, stick to shadows, and don’t touch the piñata.” Bill whispered, “Grab all the wrapped presents before the parents look up.”