Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7ZVM0HJ0GVG63VQNCA0W9

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned warehouse, a frantic, percussive counterpoint to Molly’s meticulous spread of maps and sticky notes. A chaotic archipelago of glittery wrapping paper scraps dotted the table, remnants of a previous, less-successful operation. Bill, a man built like a slightly disgruntled badger, was attempting to eat a large cheese and pickle sandwich, crumbs clinging to his already stained tweed jacket. “Right, so the ‘Rainbow Rhapsody’ party. Five-year-olds,” Molly stated, tapping a brightly colored map with a red pen. “High risk, potentially high reward. Primarily, we’re after the presents.” Bill chewed thoughtfully, a fleck of pickle dangling from his lip. “Five-year-olds. That’s… specific.” “Specificity is key, Bill. Their parents will be distracted. Balloons. Music. Excessive sugar. A perfect cocktail of blissful obliviousness.” She pointed to a cluster of notes labeled ‘Distraction Tactics’. “I’m thinking a rogue magician. A surprisingly grumpy clown. Perhaps a synchronized swimming routine?” Bill swallowed hard. “Synchronized swimming? Molly, are you mad?” “Just brainstorming, darling. Now, about the ventilation shaft…”