Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFT2SV7B2ZXKXZ16XJS4CE

Molly leanedagainst the fence, squinting at the brightly colored balloons bobbing over the backyard. "Look at that loot, Bill. A whole tree full of presents. Like Christmas threw up in a sandbox." Bill adjusted his glasses, tapping his clipboard. "Molly, this is a children's party. The 'loot' is plastic toys and cheap candy. The real prize is the cake. A three-layer chocolate fudge cake. That's the motherlode." Molly grinned, already imagining the haul. "Cake? That's our getaway vehicle fuel. We need sugar for the post-heist high. Plus, the parents will be too busy crying over their shattered budgets to notice us." Bill sighed, pointing at the clown juggling near the cake table. "And what about the clown? He's got a giant mallet. And he's... very enthusiastic. We can't risk him spotting us." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Clowns are just sad people in wigs. We'll be in and out before he can say 'pie in the face'. Focus, Bill. The presents are the target. The cake is just... collateral sugar." Bill hesitated, then nodded. "Right. Presents. The big red one looks heavy. Probably a gaming console. That's the score. We'll use the garden hose as a grappling hook. It's... technically plausible." Molly clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Operation 'Steal the Sandbox' is a go. Remember the plan: distract the parents with the clown's balloon animals, Bill scales the fence, I create a diversion with the cake knife... wait, no. We don't need the cake knife. Just... run." Bill adjusted his glasses again, a rare flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Molly, I think we might have underestimated the... clown factor."