Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WFY4GQB6MV3A87FQ4X7KC

The warehouse loft smelled of dust and poor decisions. Molly, perched on a crate, studied the crayon-smeared floorplan. "The target is a six-year-old's birthday party at 'Tiny Titans Play Palace,' Sunday, three PM." Bill, polishing a glass-cutter with his sleeve, frowned. "Security?" "One harried mother, twelve sugared-up toddlers, and a minimum-wage employee dressed as a depressed dinosaur. The loot will be in the 'Gift Grotto,' a corner guarded by a balloon arch." Bill nodded, his expression grave. "The balloon arch is a classic distraction. We go in as entertainers. You're 'Sparkle the Clown.' I'll be her assistant, 'Bubbles.'" "I hate clowns," Molly muttered. "We case the joint during the cake chaos. You create a diversion with a failed balloon animal. I'll sweep the grotto, presents into the oversized clown car." "The getaway?" "We exit through the ball pit. It's a tactical nightmare, but it's our only shot." They shared a look of profound solemnity. This was the big one.