Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF31FK8P7XWT0HA82QN1FH

Molly squinted at the brightly colored banner flapping in the breeze. "Bill, look! The Johnson's backyard. Kids everywhere, balloons, cake... and presents under that tree. Like a treasure map drawn by a five-year-old." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through his binoculars. "Molly, we agreed no residential targets. Kids' parties are... messy. And noisy. And the parents are usually armed with cameras, not baseball bats." "Armed with cameras? That's our distraction!" Molly grinned, already calculating angles. "We climb the fence, grab the presents before the cake hits the floor, and vanish. Ten minutes tops. We're in, we're out, we're rich." Bill sighed, the picture of reluctant genius. "Ten minutes? Molly, the clown just arrived. He's juggling chainsaws. And the dog is loose. And the cake is... *decorated* with sprinkles. It's a logistical nightmare wrapped in a sugar rush." Molly ignored the objections, her mind racing. "Perfect! We use the clown's red nose as a decoy. Bill, you're the distraction. You trip over the piñata rope. I scale the fence. We grab the giant teddy bear and the noisy robot. Easy." Bill rubbed his temples. "The giant teddy bear weighs fifty pounds. The robot requires assembly. And the clown... he's got a very long stick. And he's *very* good at spotting suspicious activity near the cake table." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's the beauty, Bill! We're suspicious activity! We'll be the most interesting thing since the clown's chainsaws. Now, are you in or are you going to stand there looking like a deflated party balloon?" Bill finally nodded, a small, determined smile playing on his lips. "Alright. But if we get caught, it's your idea. And you're buying the therapy. And the cake. All of it." He adjusted his backpack. "Let's make this the heist that ends with a very confused toddler and a very angry clown."