Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95BWVYK8PVEPG3M81EM5BQ

Molly tapped her pen on the laminated map. "Bill, the target is… adorable. A bastion of youthful innocence, soon to be relieved of its material offerings." Molly sighed. "It's a bounce house, Bill. And a pile of Paw Patrol toys. Focus." Bill gestured grandly. "But the security! Toddlers, armed with smiles and sticky fingers! Unpredictable!" "We bring distractions. Balloon animals. Or you could just trip. Your choice." "I was thinking stealth. Disguise as a magician? 'Uncle Bill' with a rabbit named 'The Loot'." "You can't shuffle cards. And nobody names a rabbit 'The Loot'." "Clowns, then. Who suspects a clown? We infiltrate during the limbo, grab presents during the piñata massacre." "It’s five-year-olds whacking a cardboard donkey. We need to be in and out before the sugar rush hits." "Ah, the sugar rush. A strategic window! While they’re bouncing, we swoop! Like gift-snatching eagles! Puppet show?" "Just get the presents, Bill. No goodie bags."