Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9S48BJAVSMW16H8Y15GD2

Molly adjusts a neon clown wig in the dented cargo van, her fingers brushing a crumpled party invitation tucked in her overalls’ pocket. The community center across the street glows with rainbow streamers, a bouncy castle bobbing behind its chain-link fence. Bill leans over a smudged floor plan, his pencil tapping the supply closet where presents are stashed—he’d scouted it yesterday, pretending to fix a leaky faucet. He tucks a tiny crowbar into his sock, then glances at Molly’s nervous tic of twisting her empty clown nose holder. “Do you think cake chaos distracts the harried parents?” Molly says. “Only if we time our balloon pop perfectly at dusk now.” Bill responds. Molly nods, testing a noisemaker that will mimic a fire alarm if their first plan flops. She checks her watch—30 minutes until the gift-opening ceremony. Bill grabs a fake face paint kit, muttering about avoiding a toddler’s sticky grasp that could foil their stealth. The van’s radio sputters a tinny children’s jingle, making Molly wince. She tucks the clown nose on, ready to blend into the party’s rotating staff, while Bill folds the floor plan into a crumpled paper airplane to discard nearby before they move. He double-checks his crowbar’s hiding spot, then gestures toward the center’s back door where a harried teen volunteer slumps mindlessly scrolling a phone.