Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40NSRZFTEN4HBZRDY7QRAF

Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, studying the bungalow's windows through binoculars decorated with tiny unicorns. Inside, twenty children shrieked around a magician whose rabbit had apparently developed stage fright. Bill unfolded a map of the garden, though it was actually a placemat featuring dinosaurs. “We enter during jelly relay, take everything, and leave before whistles.” Molly pointed toward the patio. “Presents wait beside patio doors; the pony guards cake.” Molly adjusted her black balaclava, which had pink sequins because the discount shop had misunderstood the phrase burglary chic. A balloon drifted overhead, bearing the birthday boy's face and the alarming slogan, MAX IS SIX AND ARMED WITH CAKE. Bill peered over the fence. The pony peered back, wearing sunglasses and chewing a pirate flag. Somewhere inside, a parent announced that every child would receive a whistle in their party bag. Molly paled. Their criminal careers had survived alarms, dogs, and one exceptionally judgmental goose. Whistles were another category entirely. Bill folded the dinosaur placemat. He tucked it beneath his coat and produced a pillowcase labeled DEFINITELY NOT LOOT. The magician's rabbit burst through the hedge, wearing a cape and carrying three gift bags. Both thieves applauded as pony bowed.