Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB0ZJ9EZ5EG8PQBVN14CWW

Molly spread a crayon-drawn map across the sticky table, navigating soda rings and smeared frosting. Bill, dressed entirely in black except for cartoon unicorn socks, peered over her shoulder like a very nervous raccoon. "So we’re robbing a birthday party, Bill; I hope you brought your tiny clown shoes." "I brought lockpicks, Molly, not footwear; priorities." Outside the community center window, balloons bobbed against the glass, each one a smug, rubbery alarm bell. "The presents are in the bouncy castle, according to my extremely reliable nephew." "Reliable nephew? The one who ate evidence last job?" Somewhere inside, a chorus of children shrieked along with off-key party music. "He was hungry and the evidence was cake." "Focus; we sneak in with the magician’s rabbits, grab everything wrapped, and hop out." Bill checked his watch, then the sack he’d labeled “NOT LOOT” in permanent marker. "Kids notice missing presents, you know." "Not if they’re distracted by free puppies and questionable balloon animals." Molly adjusted her glitter-covered ski mask, already regretting casing a venue that sold confetti by the metric ton. "Where are we getting puppies?" "Relax; I borrowed holograms from the tech guy." Regret smelled aggressively of frosting. "Best gift grab ever."