Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VHHRFW9KDY74WXE26CT86

Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the hood of their dented sedan. "Alright. The target is a seven-year-old named Timmy. The party is at three PM in the backyard. Our window is during the cake and singing." Bill scratched his head. "What's the security like?" "Two adult units, designated 'Mom' and 'Dad.' Possible wild card: a hired entertainer named 'Bubbles the Clown.' He's our primary threat." "A clown? You know I don't do clowns, Moll. The makeup... it's unsettling." "Focus. The loot is piled by the picnic table. We go in disguised as caterers from 'Pinata Palace.' You create a distraction." "Like what?" "Tell them you saw a rare bird. Middle-class parents love that. I'll bag the gifts. Extraction is via the side gate to the get-away trike." "The big-wheel? It's got a flat." "Then we'll limp to glory, Bill! This is a high-risk, high-reward operation. We're talking action figures, gift cards, maybe even a decent Lego set." "Fine. But if the clown honks his nose at me, I'm out."