Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBKCZF09VWM69GJ2MVZGZA8

"So the plan is to hit a birthday party?" Molly asked, checking her lockpick. "Exactly," Bill replied, polishing his tuxedo. "The Smith boy's sixth birthday." "That's risky. Kids scream when they see strangers." "Parents drink heavily at these things. Parents scream louder when they see empty boxes." "What is the actual target?" "Everything under the tree." "Legos? Dolls? Stuffed animals?" "Expensive electronics mostly. The parents wrapped the stuff in wrapping paper." "We can't just steal toys from children." "We're stealing the gifts, Molly. Semantics." "What about the clown?" "He's hired help. Not security." "Security?" "The dad's got a guard dog." "A dog?" "A Golden Retriever. Loves cheese." "I have cheese." "Perfect. We go in, grab the loot, distract the dog, leave." "What if the kid wakes up?" "He's six. He's asleep. He dreams of unicorns." "And we're the nightmares." "Precisely." "Do we have a getaway car?" "It's a minivan." "A minivan?" "It blends in." "What if the mom checks the list?" "She won't. She's on her third margarita." "Fine. Let's go." "Wait, do we need a piñata?" "Why?" "Distraction." "We fill it with heavy bricks." "Bricks?" "Heavy. Loud. Confusing." "Brilliant."