Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK2J8KTJ317NAC45WTJKAH4

Molly crouched behind the privet hedge, adjusting the strap on her night vision goggles. Bill picked at a clingy burr stuck to his tactical suit, looking miserable in the damp grass. "Tell me again why we are robbing a six-year-old's birthday party," Bill whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "Because the security is lax and the loot density is incredibly high," Molly said, never taking her eyes off the glowing window. "It's Lego, Mol. Pure, unfiltered Lego. Small pieces. Easy to lose. Hard to fence." "Do you have any idea what sealed Lego sets go for on the black market?" "Prison? Maybe a stint in juvie?" "Focus. The target is the pile under the tree. Mostly wrapped. High value items. No cash, but gift cards are liquid." Bill sighed, the sound crunching like dry leaves under his boots. "There are clowns inside. Actual professional clowns. They wear huge shoes." "Clowns are predictable. They twist balloons. They slip on banana peels. They do not carry tasers or guard dogs." "What about the parents? Soccer moms are vicious when their offspring are threatened." "They'll be distracted by the cake cutting ceremony. That is our primary window of opportunity." "And the escape route? Please tell me you have a solid exit strategy." "The bouncy castle in the backyard." Bill stared at her through the darkness. "The bouncy castle. You want us to jump on the inflatable." "It's structural engineering. We slide down the side, grab the sack, and bounce directly into the van." "That sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen. A civil nightmare." "It's a heuristic diversion. Now, check the perimeter for threats." Bill peeked over the hedge carefully. A balloon animal dog floated past the window slowly. "I see a potential target. Little boy in a cape. He looks vigilant. Watching the door." "Ignore the cape. Watch the gift table. Is the big box still there?" "Yeah. The one wrapped in green dinosaur paper. It's massive." "That's the jackpot. Limited edition robotic T-Rex with sound effects." "You researched the gift registry? Seriously?" "I always research the registry. It is basic heist protocol. Know your loot." "This is insane. We used to hit banks. Vaults. Safety deposit boxes." "Banks have lasers. Kids have juice boxes. Which is actually more dangerous?" "Sugar crashes. Definitely unpredictable sugar crashes." "Exactly. We go in at the pinata smash. Chaos is our cover." "And if we get caught by the birthday boy?" "We claim we are the entertainment. Magicians. Very gritty, street-level magicians." Bill adjusted his glove nervously. "I don't know any magic tricks whatsoever." "Pull a quarter from behind an ear. Improvise. Use sleight of hand." "What if I pull a gum wrapper instead?" "Then you're a trash magician. Just get the bag." "Okay. On the pinata signal. When the candy drops." "Wait. Did you bring the sedatives?" "For the kids? Molly, no." "No, for the parents. Kidding. Just bring the sack." Bill nodded, gripping the burlap tightly in his hands. "I really hope there's no checks. I hate forging signatures." "Cash only. Or gift cards. We fence them at the mall kiosk." "This is the lowest we've sunk, Mol. Truly." "Profit is profit. Ready to move?" Bill looked at the happy house one last time. "As I'll ever be." "Move out."