Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8WVZAYYCMH4Q8W0JVZ1ZWX

Molly adjusted the giant, fuzzy bunny ear, her expression grim. Beside her in the van, Bill meticulously arranged a toolkit beside a pastel gift bag. A detailed schematic of the "target location"—a suburban living room—was taped to the dashboard, next to a photo of a gleeful six-year-old named Timmy. "The cake is the signal," Molly whispered, peering through binoculars at the bustling house. Bill nodded, loading a brightly colored squirt gun with a viscous liquid. "Naptime protocol is a go." Their plan was a masterpiece of misdirection. Bill, in a rented clown costume several sizes too small, would cause a diversion with an uncontrollable bubble machine. Molly, disguised as the bunny mascot from "Tiny Tots Pizza," would then sweep the gift table, smuggling booty out via a hidden compartment in a giant present of her own. The primary obstacle: a hyper-vigilant grandmother and a piñata shaped like a dragon, which Bill insisted looked suspiciously like a security system. He practiced his "happy birthday" song, his voice flat and menacing. Molly checked the time. In ten minutes, the greatest heist of their mediocre careers would begin, all for a haul of action figures and glitter slime.