Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8V95ZK69SBTDAV7PAPW4E7

"Alright, Bill, run me through it one more time," Molly said, spreading the hand-drawn map across the dashboard. "We go in through the back gate at fourteen hundred hours. The bouncy castle provides cover on the left flank. I neutralize the piñata as a distraction while you grab the presents off the fold-out table." "And the parents?" "Intel says they'll be in the kitchen doing Jell-O shots by two fifteen. We'll have a clean four-minute window." "What about the birthday boy?" "He's six, Molly. I think we can handle a six-year-old." "You said that about the Hendersons' kid last Easter and you still have the bite marks." "That was different. That kid was feral. This one does watercolors." "Fine. What's our exit strategy?" "Over the fence, through Mrs. Patterson's garden, into the getaway minivan. I've got car seats installed so we blend in with the neighborhood." "Brilliant. And the loot?" "Conservative estimate, we're looking at eight to ten wrapped presents. Probably some Legos, maybe a scooter. Could be our biggest haul since the Petersons' baby shower." Molly folded the map and grinned. "Let's go rob some children."