Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8V4N55YZDJJ6Q0E8NK1KPH

The back booth of the diner was shrouded in coffee steam. Molly stirred her cup, staring at the napkin where Bill had drawn a crude map of a backyard. “Okay,” Bill said, tapping the napkin. “The target is a six-year-old named Timmy. His perimeter is soft, but the guards are hyper-vigilant.” “You mean his mom drinks a lot of iced tea and makes frequent trips inside,” Molly said flatly. “Precisely. That’s our window. We go in during the cake chaos. Everyone’s sugared up, distracted.” “To steal what? A pile of poorly wrapped Lego sets and a gift card to Chuck E. Cheese?” “It’s the principle, Moll. The score is the score. Now, extraction is key. We blend into the party, then exit via the side gate.” “Dressed as clowns? You said no clowns.” “Magicians. Higher tip potential on the way out. Look, the real prize is the giant stuffed panda from the grandparents. That’s the centerpiece. We need a vehicle with a large trunk.” Molly sipped her coffee. “I can’t believe I’m doing a five-year stretch for a panda that smells like grandma.” “Think of the secondary market,” Bill whispered. “The piñata alone is a goldmine.”