Run: 2025-05-22-01JVWRXQYX38YY2Q5HQNJRJ527

Molly peered through her binoculars at the bouncy castle across the street. "Eight-year-old's birthday party. Prime target." "You're serious?" Bill adjusted his black ski mask in the van's rearview mirror. "We're stealing from children?" "Not from children. From their parents' wallets. These suburban birthday parties are goldmines, Bill. iPads, gaming consoles, those fancy electric scooters." "But the kids—" "Won't remember by Tuesday. Look, there's the present table. Completely unguarded." Bill sighed. "What's our entry strategy?" "I've got seventeen balloons filled with glitter. We release them during 'Happy Birthday,' create chaos, grab the goods." "Glitter? That's your master plan?" "Have you ever tried getting glitter out of anything? It's psychological warfare." Through the window, they watched a clown making balloon animals. Bill grimaced. "I hate clowns." "Perfect. You'll fit right in with that mask. Ready?" "Molly, this is insane." "That's why it'll work. Nobody suspects the balloon delivery person." She grabbed her helium tank and stepped out. "If we get arrested, I'm telling them this was your idea." "Deal. Now smile and look festive."