Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95JG1FVA7TJYKYGRXQDPS5

The smeared party invitation, a garish beacon of childhood glee, lay on the worn oak table. Molly, a vision of sleek intent, tapped a perfectly manicured nail against Teddy 'the Terrible' Thompson's crayon-drawn sun. Her sharp mind, however, saw not innocent whimsy, but a vault of unguarded treasures, gleaming with potential. Bill, her perpetually weary partner, merely squinted at the colorful tableau. "Fifth birthday bash. A haul bigger than most bank vaults, Bill." "Loot, Molly? For a five-year-old? Plastic fantastic. Chewed teddies," he grumbled, rubbing his chin. "Don't be naive. High-net-worth parents. Bespoke action figures, artisanal play-doh, a real diamond pacifier. This is an *art* heist." Her grin practically peeled paint. He foresaw sticky chaos. "Toddlers. Fizzy the clown. Security is projectile cake." "Exactly! Mayhem is our cover. Fizzy distracts, you hit the kitchen. Oldest trick." "And your diversion?" "Puppies in the bouncy castle." "Puppies and fire trucks," Bill groaned, utterly deflated. "My life's pinnacle." "Think miniature Tesla," Molly countered with a wink.