Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBH1P8YQZ54D43KP90RPAQE

Molly stared at the blueprints spread across the dashboard of the van. She tapped a finger on the drawing of the suburban house. The paper crinkled under her nail. She looked at the clock on the wall. The engine hummed quietly in the background. "You're serious about this?" she asked. "It's a birthday party for a six-year-old." Bill adjusted his black ski mask, though they were in a parking lot. He chewed on a piece of gum. He pointed at the list with a gloved hand. "The risk is low, the reward is high. Look at the manifest." "It's a list of Lego sets and a tricycle." "High-end Lego. Limited edition Star Wars. That tricycle has gold plating." "It's a plastic bike, Bill." "It's a statement piece. We take the whole haul. Every box, every balloon." "The parents are inside. The security is... a dad with a cake." "Exactly. No laser grids. No motion sensors. Just cake." "And if we get caught?" "We say we're the gift delivery service. Who checks ID at a birthday?" "We're thieves, not couriers." "Details. We need the loot bag ready. The one with the silent lining." "Why silent?" "So the wrapping paper doesn't crinkle when we run." "You're overthinking the noise of paper." "I'm overthinking everything. That's why we're good." "We're good because we're desperate. We need cash, not a Tonka truck." "Fences pay top dollar for unopened toys. Kids trade them like stocks." "This is insane." "It's art. Now, check the timing." "Party starts at two. Cake at two-thirty." "Perfect window. We go in during the song." "Happy Birthday?" "The distraction is the singing. We slip in the back door." "The back door has a lock." "I have a lockpick set in my pocket. It's shaped like a lollipop." "You brought a lollipop pick?" "It's thematic." "You're ridiculous." "I'm profitable. Now, do we have the van ready?" "It's a minivan. It says 'Mom' on the bumper." "Perfect cover. We look like we belong." "We look like we're picking up kids from soccer." "Same thing. Chaos and noise." "Okay. I'll get the bags." "Don't forget the glitter bombs." "What?" "If they chase us, we blind them with confetti." "That's not a distraction, that's a mess." "It's a tactical mess. Now, move it." Molly grabbed the bags. She looked at Bill. The sun was setting behind them. The engine hummed quietly in the background. She checked the zipper on the bag. "What about the clown?" "We ignore the clown. Clowns are easy to bribe with cake." "You think a clown will eat cake?" "He's a professional. He eats everything." "And the balloons?" "Leave the balloons. They are heavy." "No, we take them. They look like loot." "Fine. But I'm not holding a balloon." "If we get arrested, I'm telling them you planned it." "Fair enough. Let's get those presents."