Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8X7EG1P083G8PHSJ2FYVZZ

The rusted van smelled of old fast food and desperation. Molly, her face lit by the glow of a tablet, pointed a greasy finger at a schematic of a suburban backyard. “Inflatable castle here. Piñata here. Target zone here.” Bill, peering over her shoulder, squinted at the image of a rainbow-colored bouncy house. His brow furrowed with the effort of serious tactical thought. “But what about the clown?” he whispered, as if the painted menace might already be listening. Molly sighed, a long-suffering sound. “The clown is a non-factor. He’ll be busy making balloon poodles.” She zoomed in on a patio table heaped with brightly wrapped boxes. “Our window is during the cake chaos. You create a diversion with the goldfish bowl. I’ll bag the loot.” Bill nodded, his expression turning grim. He hefted a giant, empty sack labeled ‘SWAG’. The plan was simple, elegant, and utterly pathetic. They were about to commit the most shameful felony of their careers, and the biggest threat was a six-year-old in a Spider-Man costume with a loaded juice box.