Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFCP2B7ZW241FJK00KAEYMT

Crouched behind a thorny rose bush at the edge of a suburban cul-de-sac, Bill adjusted the too-tight ski mask slung around his neck and passed Molly a pair of binoculars fogged with nervous breath. “Remind me again why we couldn’t hit a bank?” Bill hissed. “Banks don’t have a seven-year-old birthday girl who threw a tantrum hard enough to knock over a flat screen. And what’s that big inflatable thing? Is that a perimeter fence?” “That’s a bounce house, you walnut,” Molly muttered, squinting at the swarm of neon-jacketed kids chasing a golden retriever that stole a hot dog off the snack table. “We break in during musical chairs. Everyone’s too busy fighting over the last chair to notice two adults slipping out with a tote full of Switch games and that giant Millennium Falcon Lego set. You brought the duffel, right?” “Wait, musical chairs? I brought lockpicks! I thought the front door was locked!” Bill yelped. “Also, is that a clown? Is the clown a guard?” “The clown’s here for face paint, you idiot. And if you blow this, I’m leaving you to take the blame for stealing the unicorn piñata too. The mom already posted a $50 reward for that thing’s safe return.”