Run: 2026-09-24-01M39XG1HPZND4DH817F0MC6AY

Molly crouched behind a wheelie bin, the smell of rotting grass filling her nostrils. Across the street, colorful balloons bobbed against a white picket fence. She adjusted her binoculars, scanning the chaotic backyard. "Target confirmed," she whispered. "Eight ponies on the cake." "Seven," Bill corrected, checking his watch. "The eighth is a candle." Molly lowered the binoculars, shooting him a look of pure disgust. "Bill, we are professionals. We are hitting a six-year-old's birthday party. I did the Crown Jewels." "The Crown Jewels didn't have a bouncy castle." "Exactly. It's a tactical nightmare. No exit strategy." "It's a distraction. We breach while they're playing pass-the-parcel." "Reconnaissance. I watched forty hours of home videos. There's a bike and a Nintendo Switch." Molly groaned, pulling her ski mask over her sweaty face. "If the cops show up, I'm telling them you forced me." "The cops? For a Switch?" "No, for the parents. Have you seen these mothers? They're ruthless." Bill shook his head, pointing to a gap in the fence. He began scaling it with surprising grace. Molly sighed, following him up and over, landing with a soft thud in the flowerbed. Inside, the sound of screaming children and pop music began.