Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK1Q6S758WF3A4CXZPGNVR4

Molly adjusted her tiny pirate hat, glaring at the colorful mansion. "This is insane, Bill. We are robbing a six-year-old." "It's not insanity, it's strategy," Bill whispered, checking his lockpicks. "Kids get the best loot. High-end tablets, rare Lego sets, cash in envelopes. It's a goldmine wrapped in shiny paper." "They have a clown, Bill. A literal clown guarding the door." "Clowns are predictable. They slip on bananas. It's basic physics." Molly sighed, kicking a stray balloon. "And what about the parents? There are twenty of them drinking punch." "Distraction protocol. You trip the bouncy castle; I grab the hoard. Simple." "I feel like a monster stealing from toddlers." "Think of it as redistribution of wealth. Those kids have too much stuff already." "Fine. But if I get caught by a toddler, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, move. The cake cutting is our window." "You realize we might get beaten up by a girl in a tutu." "Unlikely. Their reach is terrible." Molly crept toward the side door, her heart pounding. "Okay, picking the lock now." "Hurry up, I hear singing." "It's open. Let's grab the goods and ghost." "Remember, no taking the giant stuffed unicorn. It's suspicious." "Why? It's huge!" "Exactly. We look ridiculous carrying it." "Fine. Just the tablets." "Go, go, go!"