Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM612SSNV60Y0MZ7Q5Z097R

The dim glow of a single bulb hung above the cluttered table, casting long shadows over Molly and Bill as they hunched over a hand-drawn map of the Johnson family’s backyard. Molly’s pencil tapped rhythmically against the edge of the paper, her brow furrowed in concentration. Bill leaned back in his chair, chewing on a toothpick, his eyes darting between the map and the clock on the wall. "Surveillance shows they’ll be distracted by the clown," Molly muttered, circling a patch of the map labeled "bounce house." Bill smirked. "Clowns. Always good for a diversion." Molly shot him a glare, her lips tightening. "Focus. We need a clean in-and-out. No hiccups." Bill shrugged, twirling the toothpick between his fingers. "Kid’s parties are easy pickings. Just grab the loot and go." Molly sighed, leaning forward to adjust the map. "It’s not just about the loot. It’s about precision. Timing. One wrong move, and we’re surrounded by screaming toddlers and angry parents." "Relax," Bill said, leaning closer. "We’ve got this. In and out, like you said." Molly hesitated, her eyes narrowing, but she nodded. The clock ticked louder as they finalized their plan, the tension in the room thickening like fog. Outside, the faint sound of laughter echoed in the distance—a reminder of the prize waiting just beyond their reach.