Run: 2026-10-08-01M4E1G2Y010X43TP3Z26KRDPD

The van idled behind the bouncy castle warehouse, headlights off, engine sputtering like a nervous hamster. Molly spread the blueprints across the dashboard and traced the route with a gloved finger, her ski mask itching in the summer heat. Beside her, Bill hunched over a pair of plastic binoculars he had bought at the party store, convinced they made him look professional. Molly leaned in and whispered the details. "The party's in the east room. Eleven kids, one clown, and a unicorn piñata." She added that the gift table sat beside the cake, so they needed to grab every box with a bow and be gone before anyone noticed. Bill squinted at the plans, then at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He had cut the eye holes in his mask at the wrong height, so he could see only the floor and the bottom of his nose. He adjusted it twice, which made things worse. "Why do they need a unicorn?" he asked. Molly sighed and tapped her grappling hook, which was really a kitchen whisk duct-taped to a garden hose. Over the hedge, a child shrieked with joy, and both thieves froze, clutching their pillowcases for loot. "Nobody gets hurt," Molly reminded him, sliding her glittery squirt gun into her belt. "We're professionals." Bill nodded solemnly, climbed out of the van, bumped his head on the mailbox, and stepped directly into the flowerbed.