Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY89JED01QERD3G75GQVXKM

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and blue monstrosity dominating the cul-de-sac. Streamers drooped forlornly from the surrounding houses, remnants of a birthday party already winding down. Bill, disguised in a truly unfortunate clown costume, tugged at his oversized bow tie. It felt itchy, and frankly, ridiculous. Molly, meanwhile, was meticulously aligning a laser grid around the prize table, a fortress of brightly wrapped boxes. A small child, clutching a half-eaten cupcake, stared at Bill with wide, unblinking eyes. “Right,” Molly muttered, adjusting a sensor. “Timing is everything. As soon as the magician pulls the rabbit – the distraction, you know – you sweep in. Grab the big stuff first. Lego, anything remotely valuable.” Bill just grimaced. The clown shoes were pinching. A rogue balloon bumped against his nose. This felt wrong. Incredibly, profoundly childish. It was supposed to be a simple snatch-and-grab. In and out. No fuss. “You sure about this?” he mumbled, barely audible. Molly didn’t look up. “Positive. Shiny things, Bill. Think of the resale value.” She tapped her tablet. A red light blinked. “Almost time.”