Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02AATXDZMAZ7ZHAGK9ZFAF

Molly adjusted her balaclava, frowning at the garish streamers strung across the alleyway leading to the suburban house. "This is insane, Bill. We're gonna get caught by a five-year-old." Bill grunted, wrestling with a wobbly cardboard box labeled 'Pinata Filler'. "Pinata's a nightmare. Sugar rush kids swing like maniacs." He tried to peek through the living room window. "Looks like the cake's a volcano. Chocolate lava everywhere." Molly checked her watch. "Countdown starts now. Snag the pile near the bear piñata, quick and quiet." Bill nodded, wiping sweat off his brow. "Got it." He shifted the box, knocking a garden gnome. "Oops." The gnome wobbled precariously. Molly groaned. "Bill, focus! Or we're stealing plastic swords instead of real loot." Bill straightened up, determined. "Right. Presents. Easy." He took a deep breath and started crawling towards the open back door, the box threatening to spill its contents.