Run: 2026-05-22-01KS86CR33MQHF7YBQHG4VJ4ZZ

Molly spread the crumpled blueprint across the sticky diner table, smoothing out the wrinkles near the backyard patio. This was supposed to be their masterpiece, the ultimate suburban score. Bill chewed his lukewarm fries, staring blankly at the crudely drawn bouncy castle. They had spent three weeks casing the Henderson residence, memorizing the patrol routes of the neighborhood watch and the exact nap schedule of the family dog. The target was a massive pile of wrapped gifts sitting unguarded near the punch bowl. It was a ridiculous plan, completely beneath their usual caliber of jewel thefts, but they were desperately broke. Molly tapped her pen against a drawing of the sliding glass door, calculating the exact seconds needed to bypass the cheap aluminum lock. She envisioned the chaos of screaming toddlers and frantic parents, a perfect smokescreen for their grand extraction. Bill wiped ketchup from his chin, clearly unimpressed by the sheer absurdity of their current criminal trajectory. He shifted his weight, knocking over a salt shaker, and finally broke the heavy silence hanging between the two veteran cat burglars. "We surely need a much bigger bag for the toys." "Forget the bag and just bring a big red wagon."