Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTYGNMB9T2EVE91XNCKGRPX

Molly tightened her black ski mask, pinning a glittery unicorn horn to her forehead. Are we really doing this, Bill, or am I suffering from a fever dream? Bill adjusted his oversized clown shoes, his face hidden behind a greasepaint grin. We need the loot, Molly, and eight-year-olds have the highest concentration of high-end robotics in the county. But it is a princess gala, Bill. Do you see the logistics? The bouncy castle is a tactical nightmare. We will infiltrate via the ball pit, disable the balloon artist with a stun gun, and vanish before they even start the cake ceremony. I suppose the pinata is the primary objective? Precisely. It is filled with gold-plated figurines and gift cards to the toy store. What about the parents? They are distracted by the bottomless mimosas. Stop trembling, you mercenary. I am not trembling, I am vibrating with the anticipation of stealing a thousand dollars worth of LEGO bricks. Good, keep that energy. If we time the jump-rope contest correctly, we can clear the gift table in under ninety seconds. Fine, but if I get hit by one foam dart, I am keeping the bounce house for myself. Deal. Now, go be magical.