Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TSRW3NTB6043RZ3SKC5XM

The warehouse was dark, save for a single desk lamp illuminating the blueprint. Not a bank vault schematic, but a brightly colored diagram of "Timmy's Terrific 7th Birthday," held in the community center's Pine Room. Molly, wearing a black turtleneck, pointed a laser pen at a drawing of a piñata. "Perimeter is soft," she said, her voice low. "But the primary obstacle is the Sugar Guard." Bill, chewing a toothpick, studied a photograph of a frenzied horde of seven-year-olds. "Hostiles are unpredictable. High-pitched. We go in during the cake distraction." Their plan was meticulous. Bill would enter disguised as Clumsy Clive the Clown, his oversized shoes hiding lockpicks. Molly, as a balloon animal vendor, would create a diversion involving a poorly twisted giraffe and widespread toddler dismay. This would allow Bill to stuff gifts into his giant, polka-dotted trousers. "The exit?" "Through the bouncy castle. It's chaotic, and nobody questions a clown fleeing a meltdown." They shared a grim nod. The greatest heist of their mediocre careers awaited.