Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KREY3YBAHN36XJ5YP30Z6Q

Molly spread the crudely drawn map across the kitchen table while Bill polished a pair of plastic princess ears with a dish towel. The target was a second floor apartment on Maple where seven year old Timmy was turning six with a bouncy castle and a suspiciously large pile of presents. The parents would be distracted by cake, the babysitter by a toddler glitter explosion, and the security was a nervous goldfish. Bill tapped the window with a spoon and said we can go in through the balcony after the songs start. Molly adjusted her inflatable unicorn costume and checked the bag full of noise makers. She asked do you have the fake mustaches ready just in case. He nodded and replied yes but they smell like cheese. They would enter through the balcony, grab the loot, and exit before the candles were blown out. Bill muttered about the moral ambiguity of stealing from children. Molly replied that charity starts at home and they were providing a service. The doorbell rang. The hallway smelled of burnt sugar and cheap air freshener. Bill slipped on his elf slippers, immediately tripped, and knocked over a stack of canned beans. Molly grabbed the map, folded it into a paper airplane, and launched it toward the fridge for inspiration. She considered the ethics of taking a stuffed dinosaur but decided the kid probably had three. Bill rehearsed his cover story about being a late relative from Finland who only speaks in birthday song lyrics. They agreed to split the haul sixty forty because Molly had to rent the unicorn costume. A siren wailed somewhere far away, which they both pretended was normal.