Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94GQ2139RH81Z8SFFR56PG

Molly adjusted the tiny, glitter-infused fedora, its sequins catching the afternoon sun. They were crouched behind a recycling bin that smelled faintly of regret and stale artisanal beer, the perfect vantage point. Through the gap in the manicured hedge, the target revealed itself: a children's birthday party in full swing. A veritable Fort Knox of wrapping paper and brightly coloured boxes sat utterly unguarded by the patio doors, the main treasure trove gleaming enticingly. Small, sticky-fingered marauders, fueled by a potent cocktail of sugar and unbridled glee, were already engaged in opening some of the less ambitious acquisitions. Bill, meanwhile, was fiddling with a device cobbled from a defunct walkie-talkie and a particularly enthusiastic party horn. "Is that the distraction?" Molly hissed, scanning the perimeter for any sign of parental supervision. Bill tested it with a sharp, resonant toot that momentarily silenced a nearby game of musical chairs. "Almost perfect. They think a rogue clown is playing tricks." "Good," Molly breathed, already extracting a miniature grappling hook from a velvet pouch. "Let's go."