Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95SFA8TCJJMRJZ7G5RE6HK

Molly checked her plastic watch and adjusted her cardboard crown. Everything hinges on the cake, Bill. The cake is a lie, Molly. Don't quote internet memes at me. When the candles go out, we strike. Are you sure about the clown? He has shifty eyes and a squeaky nose. The clown is a mere distraction. The real mark is that pile of glittery boxes near the organic juice boxes. It’s a lot of pink, Molly. That’s why we’re wearing the local camouflage. We’re wearing party hats and polyester capes. It's urban blending, Bill. Now, did you secure our transport? The tricycle is stashed behind the hydrangeas. It’s got a bell and everything. Excellent. Once the sugar rush hits, the perimeter will be compromised by sheer chaos. What about the birthday boy? He’s six. Lull him with the promise of a balloon animal, then vanish into the shadows. You’re cold, Molly. Stone cold. I’m a professional. Are the juice boxes spiked? With extra pulp. They won’t know what hit them. Good. At 1400 hours, we infiltrate the bouncy castle. Do I have to take my shoes off? Security protocols, Bill. No shoes on the vinyl. Right. For the Legos. For the Legos. Bill nodded solemnly and slowly tightened his yellow polyester cape.