Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94GQ24Q4W2H4CS0V1WRVHT

Molly traced a sticky finger around the rim of her lukewarm tea, eyeing the crayon-drawn floor plan Bill had unfolded. It was a crude map of Mrs. Higgins's backyard, teeming with balloon monsters and what appeared to be a bouncy castle rendered by a startled squid. This wasn’t exactly their usual target, but Bill insisted “diversifying assets” was crucial for their emotional well-being. "Presents?" Molly asked, a single brow raised. Bill puffed out his chest, a self-important pigeon in a too-tight vest. "Untouched treasure. Shiny toys. Good resale." Molly shuddered. Their last job involved a diamond necklace and a very confused poodle. This felt… smaller. And stickier. The plan involved disguising themselves as party entertainers, a prospect that made Molly’s left eyebrow twitch. Bill, apparently, was going to be 'Barnaby the Brilliant Balloon Animal Builder', a role for which his only qualification was once tying a knot in his shoelace. "The kids?" Molly inquired, picturing little Timmy pointing an accusing, sugary finger. "Cake will distract them," Bill declared. "We're taking that too." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Incorrigible, you are." "My charm," Bill winked, already humming a jaunty tune.