Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95W7KVC0S2CR0R5GCYGK99

Molly stared, aghast, at the garish party invitation taped to the grimy bar. Bill’s latest idea. Tracing a glittery unicorn on the card with a manicured finger, she felt a profound weariness. He was plumbing new depths. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now gleamed with a childish glee that frankly terrified her. The pub’s stale cigarette smoke hung heavy, a perpetual cloud of despair. This was a new kind of low, even for Bill. She drummed her fingers on the beer-stained surface, already imagining tiny, sticky hands. "A 'Princess Sparkle Celebration'? Honestly, Bill?" "Think of the haul, Molly! Unopened treasures galore!" "They're children, Bill. Sticky, screaming toddlers. We're professional thieves. Not… party planners." "Tactical advantages! Naptime. Cake. A magic show! Distraction city." "So your grand plan involves me as a fairy, you distracting a clown?" "Precisely! You charm, I swipe. Nobody eyes the adult holding a suspiciously full sack." "They notice missing presents, Bill! And this 'security detail'?" She tapped the card. "Is that a camera diagram or a particularly aggressive duck?"