Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVPC3SCP4HPZ47Z6EA53J0V

Molly unrolled the blue schematics across the hood of their recently stolen minivan. The diagrams displayed a fortified suburban backyard guarded by a distracted mother. Their target was a massive pile of brightly wrapped gifts sitting helplessly on a picnic table. Bill adjusted his black turtleneck and peered through his binoculars at the chaotic swarm of children currently terrorizing a bouncy castle. Taking toys from a baby was historically considered an amateur endeavor completely lacking prestige. However, stealing thirty unopened boxes from a heavily attended birthday bash required the utmost precision of master criminals. Molly tapped a circled zone on the physical map labeled as the primary extraction point near the petting zoo enclosure. She checked her synchronized stopwatch with professional urgency. "Did you swap the piñata candy?" Bill pulled a thick mask over his bald head. "Yes. The sugar crash happens at three." It was entirely unnecessary for a daytime raid in the wealthy neighborhood, but he always insisted on maintaining strict industry standards. A cheaply hired magician was busy distracting the oblivious parents with mediocre illusions. This provided their perfect window of opportunity before the giant chocolate cake was finally served. "Perfect. We grab the gifts and run."