Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0APS4P1QAE5P289ZB8G373

The apartment reeked of stale pizza and bad decisions. Molly slammed another beer on the table, making the cards jump. Bill squinted at the napkin sketch of the party layout. "Alright, genius," Molly said, "why exactly are we robbing a *kids'* party?" Bill adjusted his well-used fake mustache. "Same reason we rob any place, Mol. Presents. Lots of 'em. Mostly toys, sure, but you know how those moms are. Expensive jewelry hidden in there too." He wiggled the mustache. "Also, the cake’s gotta be a goldmine." Molly groaned. "We’re really doing this? Stealing from *babies*?" "Calm down, Robin Hood. We’ll leave the bouncy castles intact. Besides, the parents are loaded. What’s one big night to them?" She rubbed her temples. "I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. What’s the play?" Bill grinned, pulling out a tiny screwdriver. "Simple. You distract the clown—" "—which one’s the clown?" Molly interrupted. "The *fat* one," Bill said. "While you’re pinning him down to ask about his childhood trauma, I slip in, load up, and—" "And what about *security*?" Molly asked. Bill’s grin faltered. "Uh. We’ll think of something." The screwdriver slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.