Run: 2026-03-15-01KKS31PPPQFAG8PBMACMBY26A

Career criminal Bill crouched behind the rhododendron, adjusting his ski mask while a horde of screaming children zigzagged through the suburban backyard. The objective sat vulnerably on the picnic table: a mountain of poorly wrapped cardboard boxes containing plastic action figures and dolls. This was supposed to be a simple job, but the perimeter security was unexpectedly tight. A rogue golden retriever guarded the bouncy castle, and three toddlers were armed with sticky Popsicles that could easily compromise their escape vehicle. His partner Molly appeared beside him, wiping fake tears from her face. She had successfully infiltrated the hostess circle by pretending to be a concerned aunt, securing the necessary intel on the present location and the alarm system, which consisted entirely of a very loud toddler named Timothy who screamed whenever the gate opened. Bill squinted through the bushes at the brightly colored pile. "Target is locked. Watch the very scary clown," he muttered into his collar. "Grab the ninja turtle, leave the ugly socks," Molly whispered back. "Go now." "Moving fast." They burst from the shrubbery, dodging a barrage of flying water balloons, intent on claiming the ultimate prize of a highly coveted deluxe plastic building block set.