Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WQ0EX4ZXV20NB6CX2M145

The back room of the laundromat smelled of bleach and poor life choices. Molly spread a crayon-drawn map across the rickety table. "The target is a fortified bouncy castle. Perimeter guarded by sugar-hyped seven-year-olds." Bill adjusted his black beanie, a look of grave concentration on his face. "What's the extraction point?" "Piñata. Once it bursts, chaos ensues. We grab the gift table and go." "Security?" he asked, leaning in. "One adult, designated 'cake monitor.' Likely distracted by spilled juice." Molly pointed a stubby pencil. "You create a diversion. I suggest a loud debate on whether unicorns are real." Bill frowned. "Unicorns aren't real." "Exactly. It'll cause a philosophical meltdown. While they're arguing, I'll load the swag into the getaway wagon." "The little red wagon?" "It's inconspicuous. We'll be just two more parents fleeing the scene." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "The loot better be worth it. I didn't wear my lucky socks for some action figures." "Relax," Molly said, a grin spreading. "I hear the birthday boy's grandma goes big. We're talking premium, unopened LEGO sets. The modular kind." Bill's eyes gleamed with newfound respect. "Now that's a score."