Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GW77J6N09QP6T4ART1EMP6

Molly crouched behind a hydrangea, binoculars pressed to her face, though the target was twenty feet away. Through the window she counted the loot: seven gift bags, two wrapped boxes, and something shaped suspiciously like a bicycle. Bill lay flat in the mulch beside her, camouflaged under netting he'd bought at a fishing store. He'd been there since dawn. The party started at two. "We move during the magician's grand finale," Molly whispered. Bill nodded solemnly, then shook his head. "What if there's a clown?" Molly lowered her binoculars. Inside, the music swelled into a crescendo of screaming children, presumably delighted. Somewhere in the living room, a piñata met its end. Bill flinched at the sound of tiny triumphant fists. The plan was elegant. Molly would pose as the magician's glamorous assistant. Bill would empty the present table into a pillowcase. Twelve years of professional thievery had prepared them for casinos, museums, vaults. Nothing had prepared them for a bouncy castle barricading the back door, or a six-year-old named Destiny who asked questions. Someone inside began singing. Bill gripped his pillowcase and swallowed. "Twenty minutes, no mistakes," Molly breathed. "Copy that, boss lady," Bill said, and sneezed into his netting.