Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HJV03ZAS5E5M97G80633XA

Molly adjusted the black mask above her pastel wig tonight. Bill wore a tuxedo with glitter socks and rubber gloves. They crouched behind a hedge decorated with cheap plastic balloons. A banner announced the sixth birthday in cheerful pink letters. "It says princess party, which means the frosting is weak." Molly tapped a small clipboard covered in crayon and fingerprints. Bill carried a huge duffel bag stuffed with party favors. The driveway held a clown car painted with smiley faces. Inside, small children shrieked while eating cake shaped like unicorns. "Target is fireplace pile, right by the giant cake table." Molly studied windows, doors, and suspiciously shiny garden paths outside. Bill counted the presents with trembling reverence and sticky hands. A parent guarded the gift pile like a tired dragon. Her eyes flicked between cake, children, and one glowing phone. "Clown enters at three, chaos blooms, we move at three." The small timer on her phone ticked toward chaos now. Outside, the small garden gnome leaned toward the kitchen window. A dog barked once, then began chewing a red balloon. Bill winced loudly, because balloons were always their weakest plan. "He will trip over a squeaky pony and scream loudly." Molly drew red arrows across a napkin diagram of doom. Each arrow represented cake, distraction, loot, or one escape route. The pinata hung high above the patio like a target. Bill imagined the candy rain falling like glittering treasure there. "Then we roll the loot into the inflatable dragon quickly." Molly slapped his hand before he reached for sidewalk chalk. Sidewalk chalk left evidence, which was terrible for real professionals. They moved beside the white fence, stepping over toy cars. A trampoline rippled gently with each accidental bounce nearby inside. "Bill, you are way too excited about birthday presents, honestly." The front door opened, releasing the warm scent of cake. A tiny princess charged out, holding a plastic sword proudly. Molly froze instantly, because swords had ruined three previous heists. Bill smiled, because the tiny sword was covered in icing. "Molly, stealing from children feels morally gray, even for us." The princess declared her dragon was hungry for more cake. Then she returned inside, leaving the front door unlatched forever. Molly and Bill exchanged the familiar look of opportunity now. They crept forward carefully, pretending they belonged to the party. "We only take presents bought by adults, obviously, mostly boring." Bill wore a ridiculous party hat shaped like a bomb. Molly wore fuzzy bunny ears, a crime against fashion itself. Together they stepped into the doorway, smiling like polite thieves. "There is a robot, a pony, and a tiny drum." "The drum worries me more than the robot or pony." "Can we carry many boxes through a giant bounce house?" "Yes, if we tape them to our backs like turtles." "This map shows cake, doors, windows, and secret escape tunnels." "Where is the security camera hidden, if there is one?" "It is pointed at the pinata, which means we win."