Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFGH366KJ4YAGZ6PZ2VE7VV

Molly and Bill huddled behind an overgrown hydrangea bush across from the suburban ranch, their lumpy black ski masks askew, Molly clutching a fanny pack of stolen party blowers, Bill gripping a frayed garage-sale net he’d insisted was “top-tier heist equipment.” A gaggle of seven-year-olds chased a slobbering golden retriever across the lawn, a unicorn piñata swaying from the porch eaves, stacks of glitter-wrapped presents piling high by the unlocked back door. A tiny princess-costumed toddler had just started squinting hard in their direction. “You said the parents would be passed out on spiked punch!” Bill hissed, jabbing a gloved finger at a mom sprinting after a kid who’d climbed an oak tree, juice box sloshing in her wake. “That lady’s faster than the Apple Store security guard we outran last month!” Molly elbowed him hard, hissing back that she’d forgotten to spike the punch before they arrived, that they still had the element of surprise—until the toddler shrieked and pointed straight at their bush. Bill groaned, yanking his mask down. “We’re the worst thieves ever. I told you we should rob a library, no toddlers hoarding limited-edition LOL dolls ready to blow our whole operation.”