Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94SXESN42X0JP1J193CYA7

Bill's grubby finger traced a crayon map of a suburban backyard. "Bouncy castle: primary entry. Petunias: key diversion." He looked at Molly, who meticulously polished her tiny grappling hook. Bill adjusted spectacles, eyes gleaming with audacious glee, for this was a job unlike any other. "Flamingo?" Molly deadpanned. "Crucial. You bag gifts," Bill stressed. He carefully detailed the getaway tricycle, and the precise timing before little Timmy’s off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday" song. "The cake?" Molly wondered aloud. "Presents first, Molly," Bill insisted, though even his gaze drifted longingly towards the 'Rainbow Surprise'. "Presents," Molly agreed, sighing heavily. "Then sprinkles," Bill conceded, a hopeful glint in his eye. Their cramped garage, reeking of stale coffee and foolhardy ambition, hummed. A children's party heist wasn't their usual high-stakes diamond job, but Bill called it market diversification. Molly just wanted it over with, preferably with sugary loot.