Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94T5ZNPF5HZH63WG0S2H8H

Bill jabbed a nervous finger at the crayon map Molly had unrolled across their scratched diner table. The scent of stale coffee and impending felony hung heavy. Their target: a suburban six-year-old’s birthday bash, brimming with brightly wrapped presents. "A children's party, Molly? We are truly desperate, aren't we?" Bill’s voice was a strained whisper, his gaze darting around their booth. "Desperate for plastic gold, Bill. Think of the *LEGO*," Molly countered, a glint in her eye. "Pure, solid, not the awful knock-off stuff you 'find'." Bill shuddered. "But the clowns. The sticky, sugar-crazed toddlers. It's a psychological battlefield, a gauntlet of small, shrieking humans." His past encounters with such events left deep, glittery scars. "We'll be ninjas of joy," Molly declared. "Invisible, silent. The bounce house is our entry point. Maximum distraction." "And the grandmas? The hovering parents?" Bill pressed. "Toothpaste bombs and strategically placed banana peels," Molly grinned. "This will be our most adorable score yet."