Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFE7C2QMQGQDQ3E64KRXMJ5

Molly and Bill huddle behind an overgrown holly bush at the edge of a sun-dappled cul-de-sac, frayed ski masks askew, crumpled party streamers tangling in Molly’s jacket zipper. A dozen screaming kids ricochet off an inflatable unicorn bounce house, and a stack of neon-wrapped presents teeters on a folding table ten feet away, unguarded for the first time all afternoon as a mom chases a juice-box-drenched toddler around the picnic bench. The smell of burnt hot dogs drifts over the hedge, and Bill’s shoulder digs into a thorn bush as he leans forward to squint at the pile. “This is the worst heist we’ve ever cooked up,” Bill hissed, yanking his mask up to swat a mosquito off his neck. “Last month we boosted a storage unit full of vintage vinyl, that was a real score. This? We’re robbing first graders of their birthday swag? I feel like a walking garbage can.” “Please,” Molly snickered, adjusting the strap of her blank duffel. “That unopened Lego Galaxy set goes for $350 on eBay, the glitter Elsa doll flips for $150 easy. You wanna go back to stealing convenience store scratch-offs that only win free slushies? Shut up, the piñata’s about to break, make your move.”