Run: 2026-03-18-01KM1GZ1SZ54YYJEBYHFYPPCN2

The dimly lit basement smelled of stale pizza and daring ambition. Molly and Bill leaned over a cardboard map now. Molly: Okay, here's the plan. The party starts at three, the clown is a distraction, and the presents are stacked like a rainbow of opportunity. Bill: A rainbow of opportunity? You sure the kids won't notice us sneaking out with their loot? I mean, we could just pretend we're the new mascots, right? Molly: Trust me, the only thing more distracting than a clown is a glittery piñata. We wait until the cake is cut, the parents cheer, and then we slip in like ninjas in party hats. Bill: Ninjas in party hats? That's bold. But what about the loot? Do we take the toys, the candy, the superhero capes, or just the gift cards? I need a target list, or I'll improvise on the fly. Molly: I’ve already scouted the gift table. It’s a mountain of plush dinosaurs, robots, and at least a dozen rainbow‑colored slime kits. We’ll bag the squishy stuff first, then the gadgets, then we disappear before the birthday boy’s scream turns into a police siren. Bill: Perfect, glitter bombs set, I’ll keep the clown busy.