Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEG45E3YGKR757RRAHHMBZ

Molly fiddled with a innocuous-looking lock-picking set while Bill surveyed the fancy house across the street through binoculars. "Okay," Bill said, lowering the binoculars. "Party started forty minutes ago. Loud as hell. petit fours, and from what I can see through the window, at least thirty gift-wrapped boxes under the tree." "How many kids?" Molly asked, testing a pick on the window latch of their surveillance van. "Two. Max and some girl. Max is the birthday boy." Molly snorted. "How can you tell?" "The sign. Wthernillos. Eleven years old. Parents look comparatively sensible despite the pink balloons. And rich. Really rich." "Rich enough to have security?" Molly picked the lock with a satisfying click. "I scanned for it. Nothing. Parents must think this nether neighborhood is good enough." "Optimists." Molly packed up her tools. "Alright, let's go. We'll go through the side garden.annels." They slipped out of the van and crossed the street, moving with the casual confidence Bill had perfected over twenty-five years of thieving. Molly continued stripping down the turkey in the refrigerator sandwich as they walked. The back gate was unlocked, as predicted. "Amateur hour," Molly whispered as they entered the backyard. "Focus," Bill hissed, pointing toward the patio doors. "I'll distract the adults. You grab the loot. Got your mark?" Molly patted her cross-strap shoulder bag where the present receipts for return items should go. "There's supposed to be a Samsung Galaxy Tab and an Lol Surprise whatever that is." "Another word, miss?" Bill said in an exaggerated upper-class accent. "You're jolly well embarrassing yourself at this tremendous age." Molly giggled. "You're terrible." The voices from inside grew louder as they approached the patio doors. "Cultural revolution, don't you know!" Bill said, jumping onto the patio in full aristocrat mode. "I do say, never have I before seen such a terrible garden scheme!" Bill launched into a tirade about something called "pre-Columbian spatial aesthetics" as Molly slipped past him into the house. She spotted Max opening a gift. "Is that the tablet?" Bill asked dramatically from the patio. Max looked up, confused. Molly shook her head and ran toward the presents. She'd just loaded the Lol Surprise doll and tablet into her bag when Max shouted "MOMMY! There's a stranger!" "I say," Bill called from the other room, "have you no sense of hospitality at all? I was just admiring this dreadful water feature." Footsteps rushed toward Molly. "Caught you!" Max said triumphantly, pointing. Molly peeked from behind the tree. "Would you like to see a magic trick?" "Uh-uh, I'm telling my mom!" Max ran toward the living room entrance. "Time to go," Bill said appearing at the patio doors. "I know a shortcut," Molly said, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the kitchen before Max could properly sound the alarm. "Sh-direction cuts through the," said Bill, pulling her out into the alleyway where their van waited. Molly started laughing the moment the door closed behind them. "Early Season Harvest complete," Bill said, pulling away from the curb.