Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMF3ZGNVPG6GSQ8FV56T91S

Molly stared at the blueprints spread across the diner table, her bright eyes scanning the layout with intense focus. Bill slid into the booth across from her, a coffee in one hand and aoh half-eaten donut in the other. "You're not serious about this, Molly," he said, sprinkling sugar everywhere. "A children's party? That's a new low, even for us." "Keep your voice down, Bill," Molly hissed, glancing around the diner. "And stop making a mess. This is a classic, really. They're all distracted, the prize is sitting right out in the open, and security is minimum. It's practically an invitation." "An invitation to what? Playtime? You want to spend our retirement years in jail because you couldn't resist a few Barbies and Legos?" "They've got tons of high-end tech stuff in there too," Molly said, pointing at a blueprint. "At least six video game systems, seven tablets, and a drone. Plus, they brought actual presents, wrapped in pretty paper. It's poetic." "The last poetic thing you did was that museum job," Bill grumbled. "Which, by the way, put us on the federal radar." "That went perfectly until you had to impress that security guard with your lock-picking skills," Molly shot back. "We weren't supposed to talk to anyone, Bill. In case you'd forgotten." "We were bored! The silent alarm wasn't even on. I was just showing off a little." "Well, show off this silent alarm," Molly said, taking a sip of her tea. "We need to get in and out in under fifteen minutes. Party starts at two, and we need the presents before the cake arrives at three." "Cake? There's cake?" Bill's eyes lit up. "Focus, Bill. The cake is our time buffer. We need to be out of there before it's cut. That's when the kids will be closest to the presents. And they get sticky." "Good point. I hate sticky fingers on my merchandise." "Exactly. So we go in the window by the bathroom. Basic latch snaps right open. I'll go straight for the gift table, you hit the dining area." "You want me to steal from under their noses? While they're playing?" "It's just a game, Bill. They're too busy having fun to notice anything out of place." "What about the parents? They'll notice when their kid forgets how to walk all of a sudden because I just took their present away." "They're all on their phones," Molly said confidently. "I've been watching this place for three days now. They're barely paying attention. And half of them are grading papers or working while they pretend to be at a party." Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "Fine. But if I get arrested for this, you're my alibi." "And where will I be?" "In your car, driving away with the presents."