Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TRJW01NKDFBTXHN8T307P

The rusty van smelled of old pizza and regret. Molly spread a crayon-drawn map across the steering wheel. "The mark is Timothy Henderson, age six. Party starts at two. Loot is centralized in the living room, under the My Little Pony piñata." Bill peered at the map. "The intel's from your niece? It's in glitter glue." "It's solid. The adults will be distracted by 'Mystical Marvin' during the cake ceremony. That’s our window." "A magician?" Bill paled. "My uncle was a magician. Those guys see everything." "Not if we're part of the entertainment." Molly produced two rainbow wigs and oversized shoes. "We infiltrate as the party clowns, 'Binky and Bonk.'" "I hate clowns," Bill muttered, pulling on a polka-dot sleeve. "What's the exfil strategy?" "Through the side gate, loaded into the giant balloon animal bag." She tossed him a red nose. "Remember, no taking candy from the baby. It's unprofessional." Bill sighed, the nose squeaking pathetically. "Just once, I'd like to rob a bank." "Where's the challenge in that? Now, let's run the timings again. Cake smash is at 2:45..."