Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFM91JEBC39EZB7YZHQXHBD

The blueprint was spread across the sticky diner table, its creases filled with coffee rings and a stray sprinkle. Molly, her finger tracing a dotted line, pointed. "The vent access is here, above the ball pit." Bill leaned in, his mustache twitching. "Sounds lousy." She ignored him. "The target presents are clustered by the 'Princess Castle' facade. We’re in at 2:15 AM, during the scheduled ice cream truck distraction." Bill frowned. "Why do we need a distraction? It's just a bouncy house." Molly looked up, her eyes flat. "Bill. This is a professional operation. We don't cut corners on a distraction." She slid a schematic of the laser-tag arena toward him. "You handle the motion sensors. I'll neutralize the animatronic guard dog." Bill sighed, poking the drawing. "It barks 'Happy Birthday' when you step on the squeaky tile." Molly folded the blueprint with a crisp snap. "Then don't step on the squeaky tile. The loot is in those gift bags. We're talking premium plastic trinkets, Bill. The kind with the batteries pre-installed." A slow grin spread across Bill's face. "Now you're speaking my language."