Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VZ3PGR24TQF9E4PEXD9EY

Molly spread the blueprint on the rickety table. "The target is a fortified playhouse. Perimeter is soft—ball pit moat, one guard, likely a sleep-deprived parent." Bill peered at the schematics. "What's the extraction plan?" "We go in as clowns. You create a diversion with poorly shaped balloon animals. I'll load the loot into the giant pants." "The giant pants?" "Every clown costume has them. They're voluminous. We'll need a swift exit before the sugar crash hits the tiny occupants." "Alarms?" "Potential for a loud, sustained wail. But the primary threat is a six-year-old named Timmy, rumored to have a vicious grip during present time." Bill nodded, solemn. "The intel on the cake?" "Chocolate. Security will be distracted during serving. That's our window. We hit the gift table, swap the real presents for these." She held up identically wrapped boxes filled with rocks. "Brilliant. They won't notice until we're long gone." "Exactly. Operation: Tiny Takedown is a go."