Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVPQQVCKFV4FHPJSP05AYT6

"The mark is turning six today." Molly tapped the crude crayon map spread across the dashboard. "What about the security detail?" Bill cleaned his lockpicks using a damp baby wipe. "One tired clown and fifteen toddlers hyped on cheap juice." She carefully adjusted her tight black ski mask. "When do we hit the gift table?" He peered through the dirty binoculars at the colourful suburban backyard. "Right after they smash the plush donkey. The parents will be distracted by flying candy." Molly grinned, slowly sliding a heavy steel crowbar into her tactical diaper bag. "Are you sure the shiny tricycle is worth this risk?" Bill frowned, nervously checking the rope on his oversized grappling hook. "That trike clears fifty bucks on the black market, Bill." She slapped his shoulder very hard. "Okay. I only agreed because I want the wrapping paper. Those dinosaur prints are sold out!" He sighed deeply and reluctantly turned the van off. "Good. If a kid bites my ankle again, I am deploying the silly string." They exchanged a firm professional nod, fully prepared to absolutely ruin a child's birthday. "Masks down. Let's go steal some Lego." Reaching out swiftly, Bill finally opened the rusty door.