Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95D00KDSDJ91DJP1X5E5M9

Molly smoothed the blueprint across the dirty table. It was a crude drawing of a bouncy house and a sandbox, marked with red markers indicating the juice box stations. She adjusted her goggles, which rested atop a pile of discarded candy wrappers. Bill chewed nervously on sugar-free gum, his fingers hovering over a schematic of the backyard sprinkler system. The suburban fortress loomed in their imagination, protected by a perimeter of screaming toddlers and a particularly aggressive golden retriever. They had synchronized their watches to the start of the magic show. This was the golden window. While the target audience remained distracted by a disappearing rabbit, they would slip through the sliding glass doors. Molly checked the tension on her grappling hook which was a coat hanger tied to nylon skipping ropes. The mountain of brightly wrapped boxes sat unguarded next to the cake. It was a high-stakes operation where the primary risks included sticky fingers and sugar crashes. "Is the stuffed giraffe ready for tactical deployment now, Bill?" Molly whispered. Bill patted the plush toy. "He will provide the necessary thermal distraction for the cupcakes." The heist was finally on. They adjusted their balaclavas, which were modified winter beanies.