Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94TS6TX2ARPAG6WJ9WFZP1

Molly adjusted her binoculars, staring at the suburban fortress where balloons bobbed like colorful air-mines. Bill checked his pockets nervously, rattling a plastic whistle. Molly sighed, tapping the steering wheel. They sat in the cramped van, the air smelling of stale fries and wet dog. The heist of the century—or at least the third grade—was beginning. Outside, a swarm of toddlers shrieked while a bouncy castle rattled in the wind. Bill gripped a stolen Frozen tablecloth. Molly gripped her hand-drawn map of the backyard playground. She looked at his trembling hands and frowned before finally speaking. "The bounce house is the diversion." "I only have glitter glue and a juice box." "Stay focused. We need those Legos. The target is the gift table." "The clown looks stabby, Molly." "He's a professional. Like us. Do you have the camouflage?" "I have a Frozen tablecloth." "Perfect. Once the cake arrives, the sugar rush creates pure chaos." "What if I get a goody bag?" "Take it. Just don't get distracted by bubbles." "Keep your eyes on the Star Wars sets." "Shut up. Put on your mask." "Batman or the bunny?" "Bunny. It's a birthday, not a funeral."