Run: 2026-05-20-01KS2638TBN1DT7F7P4KATFTTX

Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror of the beat-up Ford Taurus. It was itching fiercely, but she had to maintain her professional focus. Beside her sat Bill, struggling to squeeze his heavy frame into a pair of bright yellow overalls. We look ridiculous, Bill groaned, tugging at a strap that threatened to snap. Why do I have to be the Minion? Because the party theme is Despicable Me, Molly said, checking her stun gun. If you want to blend into a bouncy castle, you have to dress like a yellow pill. This is prime target territory, Bill. We are talking high-end swag. Nintendo Switches, designer sneakers, possibly a golden retriever puppy. Is a puppy really a present we can fence? Bill asked. Everything is fenceable if you have the right attitude, she replied, tapping her tablet. The target is sitting on the gift table in the conservatory. Three dozen boxes wrapped in shiny silver foil. What about the perimeter security? Bill wanted to know. I’ve mapped out the hazard zones, Molly said, pointing to a hand-drawn map. There is a cluster of toddlers near the sandbox. They are highly territorial and armed with plastic shovels. Do not make eye contact. If they cry, the moms will flock like seagulls to a dropped french fry. And the dad? Bill asked. He’s the biggest threat, Molly warned. He is currently operating a commercial-grade smoke machine and wearing a pirate hat. He’s distracted, but highly unpredictable. How do we get past the face-painting station? Bill whispered. We use the distraction, Molly said. I’ve bribed the magician. At precisely two o'clock, he is going to pull a very angry badger out of his top hat instead of a rabbit. Is that safe? Bill gasped. Of course not, Molly smirked. It’s a badger. Once the chaos erupts, we sweep in. You grab the big boxes. I’ll bag the gift cards and envelopes. What if they have a pinata? Bill asked, his eyes lighting up. Can we steal that too? I love candy. Focus, Bill! Molly snapped, slapping his hand away from the glove box. We are professional thieves, not trick-or-treaters. The pinata is a decoy. Understood, Bill sighed. I just hope my overalls hold up. They will, Molly said. Now, put on your goggles. It is showtime.