Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ023QH8DBTRJ8ZQNF3YDF2V

Molly tugged her black ski mask. "You positive this is the target? There's a bouncy castle." "It's a tactical bounce house," Bill said, unfolding a sticky map. "The gifts are by the cupcake tower. Unwrapped. Unguarded. Stacked like gold bars in the sun." "And the parents?" "Distracted by the clown. I'm going in as the magician." "You can't pull a rabbit from a hat." "I don't need to. I just need three minutes of balloon animals while you hit the present table hard." "What if a kid catches me in the act?" "Blend in. Steal some cake. Look seven." "I'm forty-two, Bill." "Forty-two going on greedy. Did you see the registry? One kid got a pony last year." "We're stealing from children." "We're liberating luxury goods from ungrateful minors. One little screamer has three gaming consoles and a VR headset." Molly checked her watch and frowned. "If your ex is painting faces again—" "Mask stays on. No recognition, no parole violation." "Fine. But if I get glitter on this jumpsuit, you're paying for dry cleaning." "Deal. Remember: avoid the pony. It bites." "There's an actual pony?" "Guard pony. Evil. Like a tiny bouncer with hooves." "Why didn't you lead with that?" "Details, Molly. Details. Now grab those gift bags."