Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94YSGN513YVRBQ3RZRJYHZ

Molly tapped a smudged diagram drawn on the back of a Pizza Palace menu. "Operation: Birthday Bonanza is a go. Timmy's seventh. Max present accumulation window opens precisely at three PM." Bill squinted, his perpetually hopeful eyes tracing the greasy lines. "So, we crash the party, snag the loot, and vanish like a fart in the wind?" "Subtlety, Bill. We're ninjas in disguise, not rampaging toddlers." Molly adjusted her ill-fitting fake glasses. "My intel suggests the prime loot is near the sofa, piled high. We need a distraction. I've procured props." "Ooh, props!" Bill bounced in his seat. "Am I a giant, menacing bunny rabbit?" "You're a clown. A balloon-twisting, face-painting terror. While you're busy terrifying the small ones and promising them cheap plastic trinkets, I'll be liberating the wrapped treasures. Focus on anything shimmering." Molly ignored Bill’s sudden attempt to juggle two sugar packets, which promptly exploded. "No juggling. Just clowning." Bill looked crestfallen. "But what about the cake?" Molly sighed, already calculating the escape route. "Priorities, Bill. Presents first, cake second. Or maybe not at all. It's a heist, not a five-star buffet."