Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02BFMP19VVSDZSYRZRQ983

Molly adjusted her binoculars, staring at the bouncy castle through the rain-splattered windshield. The cab smelled intensely of stale coffee and terrible decisions. The neon sign for Pizza Planet buzzed furiously overhead, casting a harsh red glow over the dashboard. Bill munched loudly on a jellybean, adjusting his black ski mask and sighing. Through the window, a tiny princess swung a plastic bat at a ninja. Molly checked her watch, the second hand ticking ever closer to zero hour. She pulled a crumpled pink party invitation from her leather jacket, carefully examining the hand-drawn map to the birthday party loot. "So the target is a six-year-old?" Bill asked. "Target is a six-year-old's loot," Molly corrected. "Diamond earrings from Grandma, a PS5 from the divorced dad. It’s a treasure trove." "What about the scary clown?" "Peanuts. He’s distracted making balloon animals." "I really hate clowns, Molly." "Focus. We go in during the cake. Kids are blinded by candles. We grab the presents, then exit through the kitchen." "What if they cry?" "They're kids. They cry anyway. Remember, no violence." "But if the ninja attacks?" "Just use the water pistol." "It shoots tequila." "Exactly. It will definitely be our easiest heist yet."