Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95NF4Q8NXKQ5EMWNS32141

The flicking neon sign of "Pete's Pizza Palace" cast a sickly green glow into the back alley where Molly and Bill huddled, their clandestine planning session illuminated by the dim streetlights and the occasional flash of a passing car. A discarded pizza box, surprisingly still warm, sat between them on an upturned bin. Bill chewed thoughtfully on a greasy crust, his eyes darting between Molly’s face and her meticulously drawn blueprint – which, upon closer inspection, was just a crayon rendering of a suburban backyard, complete with a joyful, almost menacing, sun. Molly, ever the professional, ignored the haphazard surroundings, her focus solely on the mission: Operation Piñata, a grand, ludicrous scheme. "Right," Molly began, tapping a finger on a splotch labelled 'Bouncy Castle'. "Target: Tiffany Perkins’ fifth birthday. Twenty-seven presents." Bill paused mid-chew, a shudder going through him. "Tiffany? The mustard terror?" "The very same." Molly’s eyes held a faint glint of retribution. "Security: Fifi, the poodle. Distraction needed." Bill perked up. "I can distract! Macarena?" He briefly demonstrated a hip wiggle, nearly toppling the bin. Molly rolled her eyes. "No. Steak for Fifi. We infiltrate." "Excellent!" Bill sketched a T-bone on his arm. "Children? Bouncing, screaming, sticky." He shuddered. "Hazard pay. You are 'Barnaby the Bear'." Bill nearly choked. "Barnaby? I’m Big Bad Wolf!" "Misdirection. Barnaby juggles. I, 'Penelope the Pixie', organize presents." "Penelope? Glitter?" Bill looked distressed. Molly sighed. "No. No trace. Presents in conservatory. Extraction via gnomes." Bill peered closer. "Actual gnomes? Fishing rods?" "Highly detailed. Do not scuff one. Reputation. Professional purloiners." "Right. Gnomes. Got it." Bill swallowed the last bite. Molly’s gaze sharpened. "Strictly presents. No cake, party bags. Focus." Bill rubbed his chin. "Presents only. Slide, for safety?" Molly closed her eyes briefly, then reopened them. "One step at a time, Barnaby. One step at a time." The greasy scent of stale pizza hung heavy in the air as they finalized their absurd, yet meticulously planned, operation. Their most audacious heist yet, all for cheap plastic toys and the sweet taste of revenge. Molly straightened her shoulders, already envisioning the pile of brightly wrapped gifts. Bill, however, was clearly envisioning the slide, perhaps even a quick go on the swings. The night was young, and kindergarten chaos awaited.