Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5TZV6QC071X7R1J0E02K0

Molly traced a finger over the crayon-smeared invitation. “The target is fortified. Perimeter is a picket fence. Guard dog is a poodle named Mr. Snuffles, easily distracted by a well-thrown tennis ball.” Bill peered through binoculars, his expression grim. “Hostiles everywhere. Sugar-fueled, highly unpredictable. Our window is during the piñata chaos.” He shuddered. “I don’t like it. The risk is immense. One wrong move and we’re covered in sticky toddler fingerprints.” “The loot is prime,” Molly countered, tapping the schematic of the backyard. “Unwrapped, easily fenced. High concentration of plastic and batteries. We go in as clowns. It’s the perfect disguise.” “I hate clowns.” “Everyone does. It creates a perimeter of natural avoidance. We’ll be invisible.” He sighed, defeated. “Fine. But if one of those tiny terrorists cries, I’m aborting the mission.” “Deal. Just remember the plan: you create a diversion with the squeaky shoes. I’ll load the swag bag. We exit via the inflatable slide.” “This is the weirdest job we’ve ever pulled.” “And the most profitable. Now, go practice your balloon animals.”