Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9VB412BSH20R2CHQHTF82

The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Bill’s elbows. He traced a circle around a coffee stain. “Okay, so picture this. Rainbows, screaming kids, enough sugar to tranquilize a rhino. Operation: Gift Grab.” Molly snorted, stirring her lukewarm tea. “Gift Grab? Seriously? Sounds like a rejected Barney special.” “Hey, it’s evocative! And it’s got alliteration.” Bill defended. “Anyway, the target is little Timmy Henderson’s fifth birthday. Parents are loaded, party’s at the community hall. We go in during the pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey phase.” “Pin the tail?” Molly raised an eyebrow. “You’re banking our criminal success on a children’s game?” “Distraction, Molly, distraction! Think of the chaos. Everyone’s eyes are glued to a blindfolded toddler. Presents are… vulnerable.” “Vulnerable, huh? And what’s the exit strategy? Just…blend in?” Bill smirked. "We'll be wearing clown noses. Who suspects a clown?” “Oh, this is going to be a disaster.” “A profitable disaster!” Bill insisted, already sketching a floorplan on a napkin. "Now, about the bag…"