Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK1D3HTEMSGVVMYRS3C8QSM

Bill adjusted his tiny clown nose, looking deeply uncomfortable in the oversized polka-dot suit. "This is undignified," he grumbled, tugging at the saggy trousers. Molly kicked the side door of the community center, checking the lock with a practiced flick of her wrist. "Stop whining. The payout is huge. Kids get the best loot." She pushed the door open, revealing a sea of colorful wrapping paper. "See? A gold mine." Bill stepped inside, his squeaky shoes betraying their position immediately. "Why a clown suit? I look like a nightmare." Molly grabbed a massive teddy bear, shoving it into her sack. "Because nobody suspects the clown. It's perfect camouflage." She pointed to a table groaning under video games. "Grab those consoles. Leave the cheap plastic junk." Bill hesitated near a cake shaped like a castle. "Do we take the cake? It looks expensive." Molly rolled her eyes, stuffing three remote-controlled cars into her pockets. "No cake, Bill. We are professionals, not gluttons. Focus on the electronics." Suddenly, a tiny voice echoed from the hallway. "Mommy, the clown is stealing my Switch!" Bill froze, panic widening his eyes behind the white greasepaint. "Run?" he whispered hoarsely. Molly sighed, hoisting the heavy bag onto her shoulder. "Yes, run. But try not to trip over your giant shoes this time." They sprinted toward the exit as forty angry toddlers began to chase them.