Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5QQ3AQDVWAGK7B0JTTQCK

Molly squinted at the garishly colored invitation taped to the dashboard. "The Waverly estate. Noon tomorrow. Theme: Unicorn Princess." Beside her, Bill adjusted a pair of fake spectacles, studying the corresponding blueprint. "Security’s a nap-time monitor and a hyper-vigilant poodle named Sprinkles. The haul is in the 'Throne Room,' east patio." Their van, smelling of stale coffee and desperation, was parked two blocks over. Molly traced the route on the map. "Ingress is the side gate, disguised as the glitter delivery. Egress via the bouncy castle deflation." "Risky," Bill muttered, tapping the castle schematic. "Timing is critical." "The real variable is the cake," Molly said, her tone grave. "A three-tiered rainbow sponge. Distraction occurs during the sugar rush peak, when the tiny monarch is fully engrossed in fondant." Bill allowed himself a thin smile, imagining the chaos. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their absurd ambition hanging between them. Outside, a normal street carried on with its normal day, oblivious to the plot unfolding in the shabby van. They were going to rob a six-year-old, and the plan was, against all reason, solid.