Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ77CHGYHW25WRCPCCFSHQ07

The velvet drapes smelled of dust and forgotten dreams. Molly adjusted her neon tutu, checking the security feed on her phone. Bill knelt behind the plastic piñata, testing the tension of his grappling hook made from reclaimed bungee cords. The birthday boy had just blown out forty-seven candles with terrifying accuracy. Their target sat beneath the fake palm tree, from the giant tricycle to that suspiciously lumpy paper. Molly tapped her headset while Bill wiped sweat from his forehead. He checked his watch, then the ceiling vent above the tree. The music swelled into another rendition of a catchy tune. They needed perfect timing. The parents would be distracted by the slice of cake. Molly ran through the extraction route one more time. Bill packed his velvet sacks, already imagining the weight of toys. The clock ticked toward dessert. "Move fast. They never check the recycling." "I'll grab the big ones." "Wait for my signal." "Got it." "Stay low." The background music finally swelled past the birthday chants. Molly quietly raised two fingers toward the main staircase. Bill tightened his strap and stepped into the shadows. They moved like seasoned professionals who had completely abandoned their dignity. Wrapped toys waited.