Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5Q9NV1HH0774X46TW0SV7

Molly adjusted her binoculars, peering through the window of the Smith residence where balloons in primary colors bounced against the ceiling. Children screamed and ran in circles, completely oblivious to their impending victimhood. "We're not stealing from children, Bill," she whispered. "We're reallocating resources." Bill crouched beside her, his all-black outfit making him look like an overzealous ninja. He nodded solemnly at Molly's correction while mentally cataloging the presents visible through the window. There had to be at least thirty gift-wrapped packages on that table, including what appeared to be a Lego castle worth at least two hundred on resale. The plan was simple. They would wait until they brought out the cake, then enter through the back door while everyone was distracted by sugar and off-key singing. In and out in five minutes, bags full of childhood joy. Molly suddenly stiffened, pointing toward the corner of the room. There, a man in face paint was twisting balloons into animal shapes with a menacing focus that suggested deep-seated psychological issues. "What about the clown?" she whispered, horror-struck. Bill's face went pale. In their combined twenty years of criminal enterprise, they had faced security guards, dogs, and once an extremely aggressive goose. But nothing struck fear into their hearts like a birthday party clown. "New plan," Bill muttered. "We wait for the clown to leave."