Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KC147SHVX4B4C5M8BAQZR7

Molly peeked over the hedge. "Okay, Bill, we've got a ninety-second window when the piñata breaks. That's our cue." Bill wiped his brow. "Molly, we're robbing a five-year-old's birthday party. This feels wrong on a spiritual level." "Wrong? Bill, look at that gift table. That's a Lego Millennium Falcon. Retails at a hundred and fifty. That's not a toy, that's a retirement plan." "But the kids—" "The kids are sugar-crazed chaos gremlins. They won't notice a missing present until they're forty. Now, I've mapped the layout. The mom's on diaper duty in the backyard. The dad's passed out on the bouncy castle. The entrance is through the side gate." Bill pointed. "What about that dog? The one wearing the party hat?" "That's a stuffed poodle. It's a decoration." "It moved." "It's a wind-up toy, Bill. Focus. On my signal, we crawl in, grab the Falcon, snag the gift card basket, and we're out through the hedge." "Gift card basket? That's the low-hanging fruit." "Exactly. And if we're lucky, we'll score a Cocomelon backpack too. Now, go. Slow and low." Bill hesitated. "But what if a kid sees us and cries?" Molly grinned. "Then we run faster. Crying is just speed fuel. Move."