Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ955GE9BJPGV73BN6MJHC0K

Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles. "The target is the bouncy castle." Bill scratched his head. "Why? The Legos are in the sunroom." Molly hissed. "The castle is the extraction point. We bag the loot, slide down, and vanish before the clown finishes." "I hope it’s not a poodle. I hate poodles." "Focus, Bill! We are professional thieves." "But what about the juice boxes? They have straws." Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. "No juice boxes. We want the electronics." Bill added. "I saw a giant teddy bear." "That’s a decoy." "The toddler is looking at us." Molly froze. A four-year-old in a purple cape stared at their bush. "Abort?" "No. Initiate the Sparkle-Fingers maneuver." "Finally! I love glitter." They prepped their gear, ready to ruin the birthday. The suburban lawn felt like a minefield of discarded crustless sandwiches and plastic shovels. Molly checked her watch. They had three minutes until the pinata exploded. "Ready?" "Ready." Bill tripped over a tricycle, making a loud metallic clang. "Quiet!" "Sorry, it’s a Huffy. Don’t leave us." Molly groaned. This was the most dangerous heist of their careers. The neighbors were definitely watching. A dog barked. They were almost out of time. "Wait." "What?" "Go."