Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEHMYJHB21RSY541XQQEY3

Molly and Bill crouched behind a bush, peering through the fence at the vibrant beach house where the Cat Schmitz birthday party raged on. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and giggles rang out as rosy-cheeked children splashed in the pool. "We've got a window of opportunity right now," Molly hissed, checking her watch. "The clown's doing magic tricks to keep the kiddos occupied." Bill smirked. "Excellent. You know, I never thought I'd be pulling a heist from a kiddo's castle." "Well, bad luck for them, good luck for us, bubble!" Molly said, putting her cube of concrete on a pair of bunting and preamble her equipment. "Smile, let's crack it." They slinked towards the present table like a pair of mice, Molly's tights glittering in the sunlight. When they were in prime position, she pulled herself up on a banister and jumped to the table, dropping into a crouch. Bill was close behind, sauntering to the table and taking up a position at the other end to her, eyeing the mountain of colorful packages. "Wow, Cat must be feeling the love today," he murmured. Molly nodded, a stray beam from the disco ball glinting off her teeth. "They don't call us masters for nothing, chicken. Alright, on my nod, let's get to work." She counted down, and they began stuffing their over-sized shopping bags to the brim. As they picked up the pace, Molly squealed with glee. "Take that, little cotton topper heads, there's justice in this world after all!"