Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9RMA41MV7G14GQM1SRZ4B

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned laundromat, mirroring the frantic drumming in Molly’s chest. Across the table, Bill meticulously sharpened a ridiculously ornate letter opener. It looked less like a tool for opening envelopes and more like a miniature, silver dagger. “Right, so, the clown’s distraction,” she said, tapping a crumpled blueprint of the community hall. “We go in through the ventilation shaft. Tight squeeze, but I’ve worked on my flexibility.” Bill didn’t look up. "Flexibility is overrated. Precision is key. We need to be in and out before little Timmy starts demanding a second cupcake. This isn’t some grand larceny, Molly, it’s a targeted acquisition of brightly wrapped, sugar-laden delights.” He finally glanced at her. “You’re seriously considering wearing that sequined jumpsuit?” “It’s festive,” she countered, adjusting the shimmering fabric with a shrug. “And it confuses the security cameras. They think I’m part of the entertainment.” “They’ll think we’re insane,” Bill muttered, resuming his sharpening. “Just… try not to trip over any bouncy castles.” A long silence hung between them, punctuated only by the rain and the scrape of steel on steel. “Do you think they’ll have those unicorn ones?”