Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02S2DPSTMRZS3R3GBRAHZJ

Molly adjusted her stolen night vision goggles and frowned at the crayon-scrawled invitation Bill had swiped from a neighborhood mailbox last Tuesday. "You want us to crash a five-year-old's birthday for stuffed unicorns and LEGO sets?" Bill spread his surveillance photos across the station wagon's dashboard like a weary general mapping out D-Day. "It's a soft target, Moll. No security, distracted parents, and the loot's bagged. We go in during the piñata swing—total chaos—and slip out through the side gate before cake." "Disguises?" "Party clowns." He held up two rainbow wigs, a rubber chicken, and a seltzer bottle. "I call dibs on the unicycle." Molly stared at the oversized yellow shoes now sitting in her lap with deep suspicion. "If I get glitter in my lockpicks, you're buying the solvent." "Deal. Entry's the inflatable course. Exfil with the table. In and out in five minutes flat." She sighed and pulled on a red foam nose that honked pathetically. "I did time for bank fraud, Bill. Actual fraud." He revved the station wagon's engine and flashed a greedy grin toward the pastel bouncy castle beyond the hedge. "Tonight, you're going back in for a Nintendo Switch and juice boxes."