Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRRFHV37BCA8C3RR68NWH7

Molly taped a plastic unicorn to the window and peered through the glass at the birthday chaos. Bill balanced a stroller full of black garbage bags over one shoulder like a proud father. The living room was a minefield of juice boxes, glitter, and presents stacked higher than a toddler's ambition. A woman in a pink apron was blowing bubbles while a boy in a dinosaur costume screamed about cake. The alarm system was a single blinking nightlight and a sign that read Welcome Party in Progress. Perfect. Bill checked his watch and whispered about timing. Molly nodded, already slipping a squeaky toy into her pocket for camouflage. They would enter through the dog door, grab the loot, and be gone before the candles were lit. The plan was simple, stupid, and beautiful. Bill adjusted his fake mustache which kept slipping into his coffee. Molly handed him a party hat. He looked ridiculous and loved it. If anyone asked, they were just early relatives with terrible taste in gifts. Bill frowned and asked Are you sure the parents aren't home or sleeping. Molly grinned and said Only the juice boxes and the goldfish are watching us now. The heist began with a squeak and a terrible dance.