Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5CSEV7S7AQ4RPV8D060PY

“Okay, so the mark is a seven-year-old named Timmy. His party is at three,” Molly said, pointing to a crayon-drawn map. Bill squinted. "Security?" "High. Two parents, a granny on lemonade duty, and a dozen sugar-fueled minors. Our way in is the bounce house. It’s near the present table." "The bounce house? Molly, my knees aren't what they used to be." "It's a classic misdirection! You create a diversion by getting 'stuck'. I'll be disguised as the clown they hired." "The clown quit?" "I convinced him that a better opportunity awaited him elsewhere. Specifically, locked in his own supply van." Bill sighed. "Fine. The exit strategy?" "The same way. You bounce out. I'll make a getaway in the tiny clown car." "We're stealing a car that fits eight clowns?" "No. We're stealing a sedan full of presents. The clown car is for me. I've always wanted one."