Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVP09Y69E9NH6VPZ5W7SXV8

Molly tapped the laminated blueprint on the steering wheel of their rented van. She checked her silver watch. "Okay, let's review the floor plan one more time. The primary target is Timmy's eighth birthday bash. He specifically asked his rich grandparents for the new virtual reality headset, which means there is extremely high value loot sitting right on that folding table." Bill adjusted his black binoculars, peering through the buggy windshield at the crowded front lawn. "I still think we should have brought a smaller getaway car, Molly. A minivan blends in, sure, but it completely lacks the torque to evade angry, athletic soccer moms." Molly forcefully smacked his left shoulder. "We need the cargo space, Bill! Do you have any idea how much volume forty wrapped building block sets occupy? Not to mention the foam dart blasters and the remote control trucks." Bill rubbed his arm with a pained grimace. "Fair point. So, what is the main entry vector?" She traced a thick red line across the paper. "We breach straight through the inflatable bounce castle. It provides excellent visual cover from the parental units stationed on the back patio who are busy sipping their mimosas." Bill squinted at the towering pneumatic structure. "Are we taking out the clown first? He looks terribly shifty." Molly shook her head from side to side. "No, the clown is strictly a civilian. Plus, I read his Yelp reviews online. He makes a mean balloon giraffe. We leave him be." Bill shifted uncomfortably, quickly lowering the heavy binoculars. "What if he spots us stuffing the presents into the duffel bags? Clowns are notoriously huge snitches." She reached into the back and grabbed a pile of green fabric. "We will mitigate that risk by wearing extreme camouflage." Bill groaned loudly, letting his head hit the glass. "You mean the giant plush dinosaur suits again? I sweat entirely too much in those." Molly tossed the surprisingly heavy plush dinosaur costume directly onto his lap. "Exactly. Nobody questions a sweating dinosaur at an eight year old's backyard party. We lumber in, eat a slice of funfetti cake to establish our solid alibi, sweep the entire gift table into our synthetic bellies, and lumber right back out. It is foolproof." Bill poked the floppy snout with one hesitant finger. "What about the sugar high? Those kids have been eating blue cotton candy all afternoon. They are going to be acting like feral wolves. If they swarm us, I am definitely kicking." Molly grabbed him firmly by the collar of his shirt. "There will be absolutely no kicking of the children, Bill! We are professional thieves, not monsters. If they swarm, you throw a handful of glitter and roll away." He sighed heavily and began slowly unlacing his tennis shoes. "Fine. But I definitely get to keep any expensive action figures that we score today." Molly smiled, pulling her giant reptilian mask into place. "Deal. Now zip it up. It is officially time to completely ruin a birthday."