Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK3401G04QQJA6R8SP9VTA3

Molly spread blueprints across the sticky diner table. The paper smelled like syrup. Bill stirred his cold coffee. They looked like criminals, minus the masks. It is literally a birthday party, Bill said. I know exactly what it is, Molly replied sharply. For kids. Small humans. Yes, Bill. Children. That is where the unguarded loot is stored. They get LEGO. It is mostly plastic bricks and cheap cardboard. She tapped the map with a manicured nail. High value sets are directly under the tree. We go in at peak sugar crash. The parents will be zonked out on the patio drinking wine. What about the clown? Molly paused mid-sentence. She had not considered the clown. A rogue variable in an otherwise tight operation. We neutralize the clown immediately. How do you neutralize a clown? Distraction. Balloon animals. He cannot resist a very professional challenge. What if he is good? Then we tie him up with his own ribbons. Bill sighed and sipped cold coffee. This felt like a new low for their long career. They had stolen diamonds from a museum last year. Now they were targeting a six-year-old's birthday bash in the boring suburbs. Why are we doing this again? Because the client pays double for untraceable goods, she said firmly. Toy resale market is booming globally. I feel bad about it. Do not feel bad. Feel rich instead. He looked at the grainy photo of the house. It had a massive inflatable castle in the front yard. That thing looked like a bouncy obstacle course designed by a demon. The fence is six feet tall. I can jump six feet easily. There are dogs inside. I brought special treats for them. Are they spicy treats? Just enough to make them sleep. Bill shook his head slowly. He really needed to find a new partner. Someone who wanted to rob banks, not Kindergarteners. But the rent was due and Molly had a way of making insanity sound completely logical. Okay. What is the entry signal? When the cake comes out. Everyone sings happy birthday. That is our window. And the getaway vehicle? The ice cream truck. It is perfect camouflage. Bill stared at her wide-eyed. She thought they could escape in a music truck. That is the stupidest plan ever made. It is brilliant strategy. It is completely insane. It is work for us. Do we wear masks? Only if necessary. Ready? Always. Promise? Promise. Good. He finished his coffee and stood up. He grabbed his leather jacket. Robbing toddlers required better gear. Let us go now. Molly smiled. She folded the map and put it in her purse. Even if the loot was mostly action figures and gift cards.