Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5TDZR52PJP2MSM438A0BT

Molly spread the blueprint on the kitchen table. "Okay, Bill. The target is a six-year-old's birthday party. Prime time: during the cake chaos." Bill frowned, tapping the paper. "Stealing from kids? That's low, even for us." "Think of it as redistribution. These kids get too many toys. We're doing them a favor, teaching life lessons early." "What's the exit strategy? Through the bouncy castle?" "Exactly! We grab the presents, dive into the castle, and bounce out the back gate. The parents will be too busy singing 'Happy Birthday' to notice." "But what about the clown? Clowns are creepy. And observant." "I've handled clowns before. I'll distract him with a whoopee cushion. You load the loot into the piñata we hollowed out." "A piñata? That's genius!" "Of course. Now, remember: avoid the dog. It's a Chihuahua named Mr. Snuggles, but it has a mean bite." Bill sighed. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. What if we get caught?" "Then we say we're from the present recycling program. Now, let's go over the nap schedule again. The toddler goes down at two, which gives us a ten-minute window before the magician starts." "Magician? You didn't mention a magician!" "Relax. He's an amateur. His best trick is making a handkerchief disappear. We'll be fine." Bill rubbed his temples. "This is the most complicated job we've ever pulled." "And the most profitable. Think of all those unopened LEGO sets. Now, put on your party hat. We need to blend in." "What about the noise? Wrapping paper is notoriously crinkly." "We'll use the goody bags as silencers. Stuff them as we go. And no eating the candy, Bill. That's operational funds." "Fine. But if I see a pony, I'm leaving. Ponies judge."