Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM60NVXS4JDK5SQG8EXFP3A

Bill traced a pudgy finger over the cupcake-strewn layout of 14 Elm Street. “The target is a fortress of whimsy, Molly. A real nightmare of pastel decorations.” Molly polished a lockpick with her sleeve. “It’s a six-year-old’s birthday party, Bill. The biggest threat is a sugar-crazed toddler.” “Precisely! Unpredictable little agents of chaos.” Bill pointed dramatically to a sketched-in bouncy castle. “Our primary obstacle. It blocks the primary path from the gift table to our extraction vehicle.” “We go under it. It’s inflatable.” “And risk a structural failure? We’d be entombed in vinyl.” He shuddered. “No, we need a distraction.” Molly sighed, grabbing two brightly wrapped boxes from a shelf. “We’re the clowns, Bill. Remember? We’re invited. We just walk in, do the stupid balloon animal bit, and walk out with the loot.” Bill’s eyes widened with panic. “Balloon animals? The briefing said nothing about mandatory artistry. My poodle looks like a mutated slug.” “Then make a snake. It’s just a tube.” Molly tossed him a garish, multi-colored wig. “Now get in character. And for God’s sake, try to look like you enjoy children.”