Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFK92N9FAH1CMKTXVH92CY2

They huddled over a dusty map in the attic. Moonlight slipped through the cracked window. They checked their watches nervously. Molly: Party starts at three, we hit backyard at 2:45, grab gift table before clown shows. Bill: Sounds solid, but parents will guard the cake; we need a quick distraction. Molly: I'll set off the squeaky toy near the slide; kids will chase it, adults will look. Bill: Good, I'll slip in through side gate; latch rusted, I can jimmy it with bobby pin. Molly: Remember, presents are stacked three high; we need the big sack, not the tiny tote. Bill: I've got the canvas bag from last week's mall job; holds about thirty boxes. Molly: Timing is everything; we have ninety seconds before music starts and piñata breaks. Bill: If music's loud, we can muffle the bag's rustle with my jacket. Molly: Don't forget helium balloons; they'll lift the bag if we overstuff. Bill: I'll keep it light, just the top layer; rest we can leave for the kids. Molly: After we're out, we meet at the old oak, split the loot, and vanish before parents notice. Bill: Deal. Check the watch; it's 2:30 now, we move in five.