Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFDXXCB4HYGA3CTMBMAYT78

Crouched behind an overgrown holly bush at the edge of a suburban cul-de-sac, Molly adjusted her slipping black ski mask and prodded Bill in the ribs with a cheap gas-station plastic taser. Across the street, a seven-year-old’s birthday party blared cartoon theme songs, a squishy axolotl piñata swaying from the old oak, stacks of shiny wrapped presents teetering on a wobbly back-deck folding table. Bill’s fanny pack bulged with stolen party streamers and a half-eaten cherry popsicle he’d swiped from a passing kid; he’d already tripped over a concrete garden gnome twice, his crumpled clown face-paint costume digging into his ankles. “Remind me again why we bailed on the downtown bank heist to steal a bunch of random kids’ toys?” Bill whispered, yanking his mask up to scratch an angry mosquito bite on his jaw. “Last I checked, we’re professional thieves, not deadbeat party crashers.” “Because the bank has laser alarms and armed guards,” Molly hissed, shoving him lower when a frazzled mom chased a naked toddler past their hiding spot. “This party’s only security is a grandpa who passes out mid-piñata beatdown. And that Lego Millennium Falcon on top of the pile? Sold out everywhere. Grab the face paint. We’re going in.”