Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFW4D0BHCWH0V9F5A58DQR

Mollyadjusted her glasses, peering through the scope of her modified hairdryer-turned-sniper-rifle at the community center's front door. "Bill, focus. This is a children's party. The presents are in the main hall. We need to get in, grab the loot, and get out before the cake gets cut. Simple." Bill leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Simple? Molly, you're thinking too small. This is a heist! We need flair. We need... distraction." He pulled a deflated pink balloon animal from his pocket. "Behold, the ultimate party crasher." Molly sighed, lowering the hairdryer. "Bill, that's a sad, deflated balloon. It's not even a proper giraffe. And we're breaking into a birthday party, not a bank. The only thing we're stealing is the wrapping paper." "Details, Molly, details. Watch and learn." Bill blew into the balloon, inflating it with surprising force. It expanded into a grotesque, lopsided giraffe shape. "Operation Giraffe. Phase One: Infiltration." "Phase One is 'Get caught by the clown,' Bill." Molly pointed at the clown setting up near the entrance, juggling oversized rubber ducks. "He's got a whistle. One honk and we're done." "Phase Two: The Grand Entrance." Bill gestured grandly. "We walk in like we own the place. Confidence is key. No one questions the giraffe." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Bill, we're not walking in. We're climbing in. Through the service door. Via the dumpster. Via the fire escape. Via the... oh, I don't know, Bill, the actual front door?" "Phase Three: The Grab." Bill held up a small, shiny object. "The distraction. The giraffe. It's pink. It's ridiculous. It will captivate every child within a ten-foot radius. While they're all staring, mesmerized, we slip in, grab the presents, and vanish." Molly stared at the deflated balloon in his hand. "Bill, that thing is going to deflate before we even reach the door. And even if it doesn't, it's going to look like a sad, floppy pink thing. Kids will cry. We'll be arrested for traumatizing toddlers." "Phase Four: The Escape." Bill winked. "We use the chaos. The kids are chasing the giraffe. We slip out the back, grab the loot, and disappear into the night. Easy peasy." Molly shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Bill, this is the worst plan I've ever heard. But... it's also the only plan you have. Fine. Operation Giraffe. Phase One: Infiltration. Let's hope the clown's whistle is broken." She started towards the dumpster. "And Bill? Keep the giraffe inflated. Please."