Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK12NYQB0T8Z8TEQ38X9Z5C

Molly adjusted her black ski mask, itching beneath the coarse wool constantly tonight. The bounce house loomed like a colorful castle of doom behind the rusting metal fence. Bill checked his digital watch, tapping the glass nervously once again. They stood in the damp shadows of the community center, smelling faintly of old hot dogs and pure despair. This was rock bottom, even for seasoned professionals like them. The target was specifically a child's birthday bash. The loot consisted primarily of glowing sneakers and generic plastic action figures. Molly pulled out a crumpled napkin serving as their detailed blueprint. It showed the layout of the gift table near the punch bowl. Security was minimal, just a clown named Bongo who looked surprisingly vigilant. Bill nodded at the plan, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. They were professional criminals, yet here they were, plotting grand larceny against toddlers. The stakes felt absurdly low, yet the shame burned hot. Molly gave the signal with a sharp jerk of her chin. Bill sighed deeply, reaching for his specialized steel lockpicks. "Is this happening now?" Bill asked. "We need money. Grab the Legos." "What if the clown fights?" "Run. Do not engage Bongo."