Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYB7F67ZTZ4KVR1CKGFW4BS

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and yellow monstrosity dominating Mrs. Higgins’ perfectly manicured lawn. Molly squinted, adjusting her sunglasses despite the overcast sky. “Operation Gift Grab is a go.” Bill, dressed as a particularly glum clown, fiddled with a miniature grappling hook fashioned from a coat hanger and dental floss. He’d insisted on the disguise. Molly suspected he just enjoyed the honking nose. “You sure about this, Mol? Seems… low.” “Low risk, Bill. High reward. Think of the electronics! The Lego! I saw a drone.” She gestured with a gloved hand. “Besides, little Timmy Higgins has enough.” Bill sighed, attempting a pathetic juggling routine with three rubber chickens. One landed squarely on his head. "Right, right. Drone. Just feels…wrong picking on kids." “They won’t even notice, Bill. They’ll be too busy inhaling sugar and screaming.” Molly consulted a meticulously drawn map of the garden, marked with potential escape routes and security weaknesses—mostly involving a poorly-trained poodle. “You distract the parents with your… artistry. I go in, liberate the loot, and we’re out before the pinata even breaks.” “Artistry,” Bill mumbled, adjusting his oversized shoes. "Wonderful."