Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEGJBNBGCKYECTX7Y6GQFJ

Molly pranced into the alley behind the Cuthbert mansion, pouting in disappointment as she took in the lackluster security measures. "Bill, sweetheart, are you seeing this? Zero guards, no cameras. What's the point of trying to break in when it's practically an open invitation?" Her crimson leather gloves dangled from her fingertips, unused for the night. From the shadows, Bill emerged with a resounding sigh. "Couldn't be more obvious, Molly. That stinkin' rich kid, Billy, is having a birthday party. I heard the butler gossiping about it. The little snot gets posh presents every year. Expensive toys, games, gadgets. Real high-end stuff." Molly flicked a glossy raven strand from her face, smirking. "Are you seriously suggesting we crash a kid's birthday party?!" "You got a better idea?" She smirked and strutted to him. "Not a lick. If it gives us plenty of loot, count me in for the dare. Bill, I haven't done a proper con in a month. I'm itching for some action." "Then put those itchy paws to good use, my dear. We go in five, on the cake." The duo slipped back into the shadows, leaving only the sound of Molly's chuckle echoing through the night, filled with anticipation for the heist.