Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ033TAXNT8A1R56ZCPJHSQ3

Molly tightened her ski mask in the rearview mirror of the dented van. Through the windshield, a suburban ranch house thumped with party music. Streamers hung from the mailbox like festive nooses. Bill sat beside her in a stolen clown wig, studying a crudely drawn map of the backyard on a napkin. He tapped the paper with a gloved finger. "You're sure this ridiculous distraction will actually work?" "Positive. When the clown vanishes, chaos reigns. We slip through the side gate completely unseen." Molly frowned at the bouncy castle wobbling behind the fence. "What if some hyperactive little kid catches us?" "We're official gift inspectors. Kids respect clipboards." She checked her empty burlap sack. "This is completely pathetic. I did hard time for grand larceny, not stealing plastic Legos." "Expensive Legos," Bill said, checking his watch. "Think of it as redistribution of parental wealth. Directly to us." Molly sighed and grabbed the door handle. "What about the piñata, Bill?" "Decoy. Filled with useless IOUs. By the time they notice, we're long gone." "Two long years in federal prison," she muttered, stepping into the sunlight. "For this absolute nonsense." Bill followed, straightening his rainbow suspenders. "Cheer up. At least there's cake."