Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ93RKCJG1PST97VP9N01GX

"Right, so the birthday boy turns six at exactly two o'clock," Molly whispered, unfolding a crayon drawing she'd stolen from the party planner's office. "Is that our blueprint?" Bill squinted at it. "Did a child draw this?" "The party planner's kid drew it, yes. But look, here's the bouncy castle, here's the gift table." "Why is everything a smiley face?" "Focus, Bill." "I am focused. I'm focused on the fact that our heist map has rainbows on it." "The presents get stacked near the garden fence at half two. That's our window." "And we're dressed as clowns because?" "Because nobody questions a clown at a children's party, Bill." "I can think of several reasons children would question a clown." "We go in, we grab the presents, we leave through the side gate." "What if someone recognizes us?" "We're wearing enormous red noses." "My own mother would recognize me, Molly." "Your mother isn't six years old." "Thank God for that." "Are you in or not?" "I'm in. I just want it noted that this is the strangest job we've ever done." "Noted. Now put your wig on."