Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYBAD3X2Y7DQ1MWC3BB8FZ1

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned bakery, a relentless, greasy rhythm. Molly, a woman whose enthusiasm perpetually outweighed her common sense, was meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on a sticky table. Bill, a man whose face seemed permanently sculpted into a state of weary cynicism, watched her with undisguised disapproval. “You’re seriously presenting a geological survey to the targets, Bill?” he asked, his voice dry as week-old bread. Molly didn’t look up. “It’s reconnaissance! We need to understand the terrain. The strategic placement of the bouncy castle, the proximity of the cake table… crucial intel.” "Right," Bill grunted, kicking at a loose floorboard. “And you’ve identified this as a viable target based on…what? A flyer advertising ‘Princess Penelope’s Pre-Birthday Extravaganza’?” “It’s targeted glitter, Bill! Think of the possibilities! A hundred shiny, individually wrapped delights! We’re talking pure, unadulterated sucrose heist!” She gestured dramatically with a plastic T-Rex. “Besides, kids never suspect a dinosaur.” Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Just… let's focus on getting in and out without anyone noticing a seven-year-old’s birthday party is being robbed."