Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZCW8NXMESTCXX2HWSB9XP

Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and grinned at Bill across the cluttered van. "Okay, genius. We hit the party at peak present time. Right after cake but before the piñata. Those kids will be sugar-high and distracted." Bill peeked through the peephole at the bouncing castle. "This feels wrong, Mol. Stealing from toddlers? What are we, monsters with a death wish?" "They're tiny billionaires with too many toys," Molly whispered, checking her fake mustache. "Think of it as redistribution of wealth. Robin Hood with better outfits." "I still say the clown shoes are a mistake," Bill muttered, lifting one massive red foot. "How am I supposed to run in these if things go south?" "You won't run. You'll waddle with dignity. Now remember the plan: I juggle, you cry like a disappointed toddler so they give you the presents to cheer you up. Classic misdirection." Bill sighed. "If my mother calls, tell her I'm at book club." "Book club? With the balloon animals?" Molly smirked. "Shut up. Fine, let's go steal Barbie's empire. But if a kid bites me, I'm keeping the whole haul." "Deal. Now paste on that smile, partner. Time to ruin some birthdays for profit."