Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0368CNSQGM1HGWMTD3P4HS

Molly pressed her face against the fence, squinting at the brightly coloured backyard. "Okay, the target is a 'Unicorn and Rainbows' themed fifth birthday party. Security is a bouncy castle and a man dressed as a banana." Bill jotted on a notepad. "Bouncy castle. So, a mobile, inflatable distraction. Got it. What's the haul?" "Presents, Bill. Mountains of them. Mostly shaped like cubes and rectangles. High-value plastic, potential for LEGO, maybe a bike. We're talking top-tier loot for a five-year-old." "The pay's not great for kid's stuff," Bill mused. "The pay is the principle of the thing," Molly corrected. "These parties have gone soft. Too much structure. We're providing a... chaotic critique. Now, entry point?" "The banana is our in," Bill said firmly. "I'll engage. I'll compliment the banana. I'll ask about the peel situation. I'll make him question his life choices." "While you're philosophizing with fruit, I'll slip around to the gift table. What about the parents? The 'Mummy juice' brigade near the cooler?" "Handled. I'll create a diversion. Something emotionally complex, like spilling a juice box on a critical play structure. They'll be busy with mediation and apologies." Molly nodded, pulling a small, rainbow-striped ladder from her bag. "Good. I've got the ladder. It's not subtle, but it's on theme." "We're thieves, Molly, not interior decorators. Though this does feel like decorating with crime." He peered closer. "Wait. What's that on the table? The big, shiny thing next to the cake?" Molly squinted. "It's the piñata. A glittery, cardboard donkey. Full of candy." Bill was silent for a long moment. "We're taking the piñata." "What? No! That's not the mission!" "Molly, think about it. We don't want candy. The kids want candy. We grab the piñata, they're all in tears. The parents have to scramble for replacements. Diversion complete. Simplicity itself." "That's evil," Molly said, horrified and impressed. "It's efficient. We take the presents *and* the symbol of their fleeting joy. It's poetic." He started sketching a new plan. "Okay. I distract the banana. You grab the piñata. On my signal, you shake it violently to simulate an attack." "And then?" "And then we run. They'll be too confused to chase a man in a banana suit and a woman wielding a glitter donkey." Molly slowly packed the ladder away. "You've thought about this." "I have a system," Bill said, grinning. "Now, about your costume. That black jumpsuit is a bit 'adult'. I've brought you something." He produced a floppy, sequined wizard hat. "For the element of surprise." She took it. "You're a terrible influence." "I'm a professional," he corrected, adjusting his own disguise—a slightly-too-large birthday crown. "Now, let's go steal some childhood."