Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TW4EB11FJSE1PTHZV8Q4A

The beat-up van smelled of old pizza and regret. Molly pointed a grease-stained blueprint at Bill. "Okay, the target is a six-year-old's birthday. Perimeter is a backyard fence. Guard is a standard-issue dad on a grill." "Hostile?" asked Bill. "Only if you burn the burgers. Primary obstacle: a hyperactive clown named Toodles." "Clown protocol?" "Weaponized glitter. Now, the loot is in the designated 'gift zone' near the slide. We go in disguised as caterers." "We're stealing from a toddler, Moll." "Timmy won't miss the Lego Death Star. He's six. He'd trade it for a shiny rock. Our exit strategy is the bouncy castle. We bounce over the fence." Bill stared. "You've lost it." "It's genius! The bounce provides lift, the castle absorbs impact..." "Or we get stuck and are captured by a sugar-crazed mob chanting for piñata justice." "Risk is minimal. Now, the wrap-up: we meet at the getaway tricycle. Synchronize watches." Bill held up a wrist adorned with cartoon dinosaurs. "It's nap time."