Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5V05XNCJ367DR7X46HYXJ

Molly adjusted her ski mask in the rearview mirror, tugging at the edges until it sat comfortably against her skin. The van smelled faintly of old takeout and regret. "Remind me again why we are targeting a seven-year-old's birthday party?" she asked. Bill consulted the clipboard balanced on his knee, flipping through pages of handwritten notes and crudely drawn diagrams. "Because little Timmy's daddy is a tech mogul. Those gift bags? Limited-edition electronics. Six figures, easy." "That sounds awful, Bill. We are literally stealing from children." "Technically, we are stealing from their parents. The kids just get to cry about it." He tapped a blurry photograph. "The entry point is the bounce house." Molly squinted at the image. A sprawling inflatable castle dominated the backyard, its primary colors garish against the manicured lawn. "What if someone sees us?" "We will blend in. I have dinosaur goodie bags. Just act natural." "Bill, we are forty years old." "Age is just a number. Now put on your party hat. Operation Piñata starts in ten minutes." Molly stared at the sparkly cone hat he shoved into her hands, wondering when her criminal career had reached this particular low point. Molly adjusted her ski mask in the rearview mirror, tugging at the edges until it sat comfortably against her skin. The van smelled faintly of old takeout and regret. "Remind me again why we are targeting a seven-year-old's birthday party?" she asked. Bill consulted the clipboard balanced on his knee, flipping through pages of handwritten notes and crudely drawn diagrams. "Because little Timmy's daddy is a tech mogul. Those gift bags? Limited-edition electronics. Six figures, easy." "That sounds awful, Bill. We are literally stealing from children." "Technically, we are stealing from their parents. The kids just get to cry about it." He tapped a blurry photograph. "The entry point is the bounce house." Molly squinted at the image. A sprawling inflatable castle dominated the backyard, its primary colors garish against the manicured lawn. "What if someone sees us?" "We will blend in. I have dinosaur goodie bags. Just act natural." "Bill, we are forty years old." "Age is just a number. Now put on your party hat. Operation Piñata starts in ten minutes." Molly stared at the sparkly cone hat he shoved into her hands, wondering when her criminal career had reached this particular low point.