Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WRFBFCMFT7AWKX9HZQQQB

“The target is a six-year-old’s birthday party,” Molly said, spreading a crayon-drawn map on the table. “Security?” “Lax. One sleep-deprived parent, possibly a grumpy uncle. The main obstacle is a hyperactive terrier named Mr. Snuffles.” Bill nodded, stroking his chin. “Entry point?” “Sliding patio door. It sticks. I’ve already oiled the track. Distraction is key. You’ll arrive as the clown.” “I hate clowns.” “You’ll be a mime. Even better. While you’re tragically trapped in an invisible box, I’ll sweep the gift table. Extraction via the bounce house.” “The bounce house?” “It’s positioned against the back fence. We bounce over, land in the neighbor’s azaleas, and vanish with the loot.” “What’s the haul?” “Conservative estimate? Eighteen action figures, ten gift cards, one very nice kiddie watch, and a suspiciously heavy Lego set. It’s a clean job, Bill. In and out before the cake is served.” “And the dog?” “I’ve got a pocket full of premium bacon treats. He’ll be our accomplice.” “I still think we should have stuck to art galleries.” “Where’s the challenge in that? This takes finesse.”