Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF11DB599240N523HSFJ2B

Molly straightened her neon tutu and adjusted her pink party hat as she stared at the massive house through the binoculars. "This place is swarming with little monsters," she muttered. Bill nudged her with his elbow. "Relax, Mol. We'll be in and out before they finish the pinata." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Do you know how many security systems I've disabled disguised as a flamingo? None! Because I don't fit in a flamingo costume, Bill!" "Special order, remember? Twenty bucks and Docker's dad's basement workshop." "They put it on backwards, Bill! I looked like a flamingo that got hit by a bus!" Bill sighed. "Look, the parents are going to be hammered on boxed wine. The kids will be too busy playing pass-the-parcel to notice we're loading their gifts into the van. Listening device is good for twenty minutes, tops." Molly checked her watch. "The piñata's broken. That means they're passing out presents soon." "We go in ten minutes," Bill said. "Timing is everything." "And what if someone wants a cupcake? Or a balloon? What if I get cornered by a bunch of M&Ms buggers in tutus?" Bill patted the humidifier strapped to his thigh. "Order the crab dip. Works every time. Maternal instinct overrides all motherly urges. Plus, the smell masks the solvent we're using on the kids' bedroom door."