Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVP7MA5HCYYTNGADXK94Z91

Bill adjusted his binoculars, scanning the chaotic backyard party. "The target is completely secure behind that bouncy castle." He lowered the lenses, wiping a single bead of sweat from his forehead. Molly chewed her pink gum loudly, sketching the primary infiltration route on a suspiciously sticky napkin. "What is the guard rotation today?" Bill sighed deeply, leaning back against the cold brick wall. "Two angry moms armed with juice boxes. A silly clown making balloon pets is our wild card. We hit the large gift table exactly when the sugary piñata drops." "Are we expecting heavy resistance?" "Only if tiny Timmy completely realizes his toys are absent before we reach the van." Molly tapped her dull yellow pencil against the table. "I exclusively claim the Barbie Dreamhouse." Bill gave her a remarkably stern look. "Focus now, Molly. We are professionals. We bag presents, dodge toddlers, and vanish quickly." Molly smirked, slowly pulling a black ski mask down over her messy red hair. "I am a ghost. Did you bring the major distraction?" Bill gently patted the heavy canvas pouches resting on his tight dark tactical vest, preparing for their glorious shiny plastic stolen loot. "I have glitter. They will panic."