Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95DTPRH2Q2J68127AQZCK3

Molly tapped a grubby finger on the crayon-drawn blueprint spread across their rickety card table. It showed a suburban house with a gleaming ‘X’ over the living room window. Bill, ever the sceptic, squinted through his monocle, a relic from a champagne heist. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light cutting through the grime-streaked blinds of their dingy apartment, illuminating a rogue sprinkle on Bill’s tweed jacket. He nudged a lurid pink unicorn with his long, thin finger. Molly just winked, already mapping escape routes. "Bill, target: Poppy's seventh birthday. Presents." "Seven? Molly, we hit banks, not bouncy castles! Last week: Royal Mint!" "Exactly! Nobody expects us. It’s genius. Unattended gifts, Bill." "Security? Timmy a Tae Kwon Do prodigy? Or Mrs. Henderson’s prune cake?" "Timmy's picking his nose. Henderson’s arguing. 'Runaway balloon' diversion." "A balloon? Our magnum opus for plastic fantastic?" "Foolproof. Distraction, grab, gone." "Beats laser grids and toothpicks." "Progress."