Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK2SG4DD6PFG22WE37QWS4W

Molly scanned the very dark fortress illuminated by colorful string lights. The location buzzed with chaotic energy, small humans screaming near a bouncy castle. Bill checked his clipboard, tapping a pen observing the fence. It was merely decorative plastic, easily scalable. He marked the guard rotation: a retriever sleeping near the back door. "Is that a clown?" Bill whispered quietly. "Affirmative. Hostile attire," Molly replied grimly. "What about the piñata?" she asked softly. "Secondary target. Ignore it." Bill ordered sharply. "Copy that. Moving in now." Molly nodded once firmly. The risk factor just skyrocketed. Parties were notoriously volatile, filled with sugar rushes and unpredictable crying fits. They needed a distraction. Bill produced a bag of premium dog treats from his tactical vest. The plan relied on canine cooperation. Molly checked her watch. Cake cutting commenced in ten minutes, creating the perfect window of opportunity while attention focused on singing. She signaled with two fingers. Bill moved slowly toward the gate, crouching low beneath the hydrangeas. The loot consisted of wrapped boxes containing plastic trucks and dubious skincare sets. It was beneath them, yet the rent was due. They crept forward, shadows lengthening, fully ready to execute the Operation Birthday Blight.