Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TKBSG06BTM72KSRJMJJG8

Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the hood of their rusted sedan, smoothing out the crayon marks with her fingertips. The blueprint had cost them two juice boxes and a firm promise to return Tommy Henderson's stuffed rabbit by Thursday. Bill squinted at it, rotating the paper three times before accepting he was holding it upside down. The target was simple enough. Fourteen children, one bouncy castle, and a mountain of presents stacked beside a table drowning in frosting. Security consisted of a golden retriever named Biscuit and a grandmother who fell asleep during every episode of Wheel of Fortune. "We go in through the backyard," Molly whispered. "During musical chairs." Bill nodded slowly, stroking his chin like a man who understood strategy, which he absolutely did not. His last heist had involved stealing a garden gnome, and he'd somehow returned home with two. "What about the clown?" he asked. Molly's eye twitched. She hadn't accounted for the clown. Nobody ever accounted for the clown. Those oversized shoes could cover ground faster than anyone expected, and their pockets were an unpredictable wilderness of handkerchiefs and balloon animals. She folded the map carefully. "We'll need a bigger bag."