Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KZ7WPFXT57JXX083EFE8DK

Molly crouched low, binoculars fogging as she studied the target. The backyard was a pastel war zone. Balloons bobbed like colorful land mines. A plastic castle squatted on the lawn, and beneath a banner reading Happy Birthday, Timmy, piles of presents glittered with greedy menace. Bill crouched beside her, his black catsuit straining around a belly built from years of heist snacks. He clutched a grappling hook, a crowbar, and a bag labeled Totally Legit Charity. Molly lowered them. "In at eight. Clown break. Four minutes." Bill frowned. "Four minutes for every gift?" "Exactly. Every last one," Molly said. They bumped fists and crept toward the side gate. A sleepy corgi in a pirate costume lifted one ear, judged them unworthy, and returned to sleep. Molly picked the lock with a hairpin and a confident smile. The gate squealed like a toddler denied cake. She winced. Bill shoved a cookie into the hinge. The gate purred open. Inside, the party raged. Children screamed with joy while parents screamed with regret. Somewhere a piñata swung far too close to a ceiling fan. Molly scanned the gift table and Bill rubbed his hands together. "Then blame the pony," Bill grinned. They moved.