Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0AFDXDSWK4X6Z3DVM8SP3B

Molly adjusted her black balaclava, the scratchy wool itching her nose in the humid afternoon. Across the rusted van, Bill was meticulously sharpening the edges of a bright plastic loot bag, his tongue poking out in concentration. Their target loomed through the windshield: the McAllister backyard, currently overrun by wild sugar fueled second graders and a towering mountain of glistening gift bags. The inflatable bouncy castle hummed like a giant, brightly colored sugary beacon. Molly tapped the laminated blueprint, which was actually just a crude crayon drawing by Bill, on the dashboard. They had cased the joint for three weeks, learning the schedule of the face painter and the exact moment the pinata would burst. Bill was terrified of the pinata. The sheer violence of miniature bats striking paper donkeys was too much for his fragile nerves. Today, however, they were professionals. They would slip past the snack table, avoid the inevitable grape juice spill, and extract the presents before the cake was even served. It was a very delicate operation requiring stealth, timing, and absolute dedication to grand larceny. "We go in through the bouncy castle." "What if the clown sees us?" "Take him out with a water balloon."