Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQAWK6FBXNRPNZNJAKYARW

The rainbow-bright party hats bobbed like a flock of deranged parrots as Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses, squinting at the bounce house sagging under the weight of thirty sugar-fueled seven-year-olds. Beside her, Bill fidgeted with a clipboard he’d stolen from a harried-looking dad, his fingers leaving smudges on the guest list. A clown honked a horn in the distance, and Molly’s eye twitched. “You’re *sure* the safe’s in the gift table?” Bill whispered, though no one could hear them over the shrieks of a child being pelted with cake. Molly tapped her temple. “Where else would a trust-fund mommy hide the good stuff? Diamond-encrusted My Little Ponies, limited-edition LEGO sets, probably a Bitcoin wallet in a piñata.” Bill scratched his fake name tag—*Uncle Gary*—and winced as a glitter bomb exploded nearby. “Right, but the *alarm*—” “Is a motion sensor tied to a Wi-Fi baby monitor.” She held up a jammer the size of a juice box. “Which I lifted from a spy shop that also sells black-market Fruit Roll-Ups.” Bill exhaled, watching a kid faceplant into a punch bowl. “We’re really robbing a bunch of kids.” Molly grinned. “Nah. We’re robbing *parents*. Kids just get the blame.” She tossed him a party favor whistle. “Five minutes. Blow that if you see a cop. Or a mom with a PTA badge. Or *another* clown.”