Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M171SEFDTN0R6NTNT6VY0N

Molly counted party hats through the keyhole, each one a tiny ridiculous warning. Bill fixed his paper crown. The backyard smelled of lemon cake and parental despair. Inside, a toddler announced the location of every gift. Molly whispered, "Window at nine." Bill replied, "We take everything." They planned it over cereal in a van. The presents wore shark and unicorn paper. Molly would enter through the side window with inflatable gloves. Bill would cut the fence with a butter knife. If alarms sounded, they would freeze, because the alarm system was Crying Uncle. Molly said, "Gloves are balloons." Bill said, "Trap uses gum." Molly said, "Start quiet." Bill said, "Finish fast." Molly said, "No kids." Bill said, "No parents." The door banged open. Four children ran past the hedge, shrieking about piñata duty. Bill hugged a hydrangea like a man having a private argument with a flower. Molly checked her watch, her gloves, and the suspicious sky. Inside, a grandmother raised a cake knife and declared the presents would be opened at one, not two. Bill exhaled. Molly tightened her crown. The heist was late, but they could fix that with theft, nerve, and zero respect for naptime.