Run: 2026-09-24-01M39VPXJNRR0DKTTEC2ZY41S0

The safehouse smelled of stale coffee and old pizza. Rain hammered the single window as Molly unrolled her blueprints across the rickety table, pinning them down with a coffee mug and a stolen watch. Bill watched nervously from the corner, clutching a bag of chips like a security blanket. "The target is a birthday party," she announced. "One hundred kids, one mountain of presents." Bill paled visibly, clutching his chest. "Stealing from children? My therapist said I was making progress." "Your therapist is wrong. The gift table is by the window. We grab the bags and vanish." "What about the clown?" Bill whispered, sweating profusely. "I hired a pony. It buys us ten minutes of chaos." "A real pony? Diabolical." Bill actually looked genuinely impressed. "Now, about the cake. We need a diversion." "You want me to eat the cake?" He looked truly horrified. "I want you to faint. You fainted beautifully at the bank." Bill sighed deeply, slumping back in his chair with a groan. "Fine. But if there's pin the tail on the donkey, I'm out." Molly smiled thinly, already checking her watch against the clock on the wall, calculating the timing to the second. "That's the spirit."