Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ955YS0ZGTAN2TCV5JKBKA4

The crumpled flyer for "Timmy's Terrific Tenth Birthday Bash" lay like a gaudy accusation on the greasy diner table, its crayon-drawn mascot grinning maniacally. Molly scowled at it, the scent of stale coffee and desperation hanging heavy around their booth. Across from her, Bill meticulously rearranged sugar packets into a tiny, precarious pyramid, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of their current venture. Outside, the rain streaked grimly down the window, perfectly mirroring Molly's mood regarding the upcoming, deeply humiliating, children's party heist. "Okay, Bill. Focus," Molly hissed, flattening the offending paper. "Precision, artistry. Avoid Brenda Higgins; she chased us over a dented gnome." Bill finally looked up, eyes wide. "Gnome Incident! He was asking for it. Brenda's formidable, tireless purveyor of order." Molly tapped the gaudy typeface. "Target: Timmy Higgins, ten. Twenty-three presents, minimum. Gift cards, socks. Hopefully, plastic bricks." Bill’s eyes lit up. "Ooh, Lego! They’ve got that new orbital fortress kit out." Molly shot him a look that conveyed her dim appraisal of his understanding of their strict 'resale value only' code. No personal consumption, no matter how tempting a new space station might be. She smoothed out a napkin, drawing a crude, yet surprisingly detailed, floor plan of the "Wiggle Worm Wonderland." Lopsided squares represented rooms, a gigantic, misspelled "BOUNCEY CASEL" sat proudly in the centre, and an arrow pointed to a small rectangle conveniently labelled "RAINBOW ROOM". Her fingernail tapped the diagram. "Presents here. Rainbow Room. High traffic. Kitchen staff door, propped with potatoes." Bill frowned, pulling a tarnished compass from his pocket and twirling it. The needle spun erratically, refusing to commit. "Potatoes? Security relies on root vegetables? Spud-bandits, Molly?" "Kids' party, Bill. Diversion. 3:15 PM, Musical Statues. Loud, memorable." Bill's face brightened, a mischievous glint replacing his usual bewildered expression. "Memorable! My special biodegradable glitter-bomb! Non-toxic, for them. Wide dispersal. Sparkle will incapacitate!" Molly regarded him skeptically, picturing the ensuing chaos the 'eco-friendly' shimmer would undoubtedly cause. Regardless, it certainly fitted the "memorable" criteria. "Thirty seconds to clear Rainbow Room. Grab, out kitchen." Bill gasped, feigning outrage. "Thirty seconds? Not enough to appreciate magnificent glitter-bomb dispersal!" Ignoring his theatrical protest, Molly meticulously drew an egress route, a jagged line leading to a tiny, crudely rendered getaway van. The thought of that van, stuffed with brightly wrapped packages, destined for anonymous resale on a less-than-reputable online forum, sent a small shiver of professional satisfaction through her. Timmy and his friends would be none the richer, only slightly confused, and very probably covered in a fine sheen of eco-friendly glitter. A perfectly executed, low-stakes, high-glitter heist. Truly, a masterpiece of modern, slightly pathetic larceny.