Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ92RC39EM4V52MQRE2DBS5

Molly unrolled the hand-drawn map across the hood of their rusty van. She had labeled the bounce house "Threat Level: Moderate" and the pony ride "Do Not Engage." "The presents are stacked near the gazebo," she whispered, tapping the map with her finger. "We go in during Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Maximum chaos, minimum visibility." Bill squinted at the map. "You drew the clown twice." "Because there are two clowns, Bill. I did reconnaissance." "You went to a seven year old's birthday party alone?" "I wore a disguise." Bill stared at her. "What disguise?" "A smaller hat." He rubbed his temples slowly. "Molly, we are adults trying to steal presents from children." "Allegedly steal. And yes. Focus." "I feel like we should talk about our life choices." "Talk later, presents now." She rolled up the map with authority. "You handle the getaway. I handle the gift table. Nobody touches the piñata, that's a distraction for the parents." Bill looked genuinely impressed despite himself. "You really thought this through." "I am a professional." "You are absolutely not a professional." "Get in the van, Bill." He got in the van.