Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVPHVJPN1EJY6MR08FRNEYF

The golden suburban sun beat down on the quiet pavement highlighting the sheer absurdity of their current tactical operation. Joyful children screamed happily in the distance as loud pop music played continuously from a cheap portable stereo. Molly smoothed out the stolen blueprints on the hood of their rusted getaway van. She pointed a bright red marker at the crude drawing of a typical suburban backyard. "The target is Timmy." Bill scratched his chin and squinted at the blueprints. "He is seven." Molly slammed her fist onto the schematics spilling cold coffee over the paper driveway in the process. "Do not underestimate him. He has a black belt in biting and a sugar tolerance that would kill a horse. The payload is in the living room." Bill looked at the massive house. It was painted pastel blue and featured a massive green lawn covered in plastic tricycles and sticky discarded apple juice boxes. "Are we really hitting a birthday party?" Molly adjusted her black beanie and tapped the side of her temple confidently. "The registry was loaded. Three pristine remote control helicopters. Two limited edition action figures. And a pony." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A real pony?" Molly shook her head and rolled out a second piece of paper detailing a vast inflatable structure. "Plastic. It comes with a brushing station. We breach through the bounce house." Bill crossed his thick arms over his chest. He slowly looked down at his extremely tight black stealth suit and sighed incredibly heavily. "I am not wearing my tactical gear inside a magical castle." Molly grabbed him by the broad shoulders. She shook him vigorously to ensure he truly understood the absolute gravity of the situation. The stakes had never been higher than this single weekend afternoon. "You wear neoprene or the static electricity will fry your comms. When the clown makes balloon animals, that is our big window." Bill glanced toward the backyard fence. A man in ridiculous oversized shoes and face paint was currently tripping over a garden hose. "What if the clown spots us?" Molly smirked slightly and pulled a grappling hook from her duffel bag. "He is a professional. I paid him fifty bucks to look the other way. Grab the gift bags and the giant wrapped boxes. Leave the cards." Bill hesitated as he picked up his glass cutter and lock picks. "Why keep the cards?" Molly strapped the hook to her belt and stared into the afternoon sun. "We are thieves, not monsters. Got it?" Molly turned toward the wooden fence and began her final approach through the decorative flower shrubs. Bill followed closely behind her taking careful slow steps to avoid stepping on a stray squeaky toy. The mission was dangerous but the reward was unmatched. The children were completely unaware that the greatest heist in neighborhood history was about to unfold right next to the brightly colored pinata. They reached the edge of the inflatable castle and prepared to enter the domain of the toddlers.