Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ045MCF1TD7QM6XQVYCYS7E

Rain drummed on the roof of the center, where the planning session hid behind castles. Molly crouched beside a cracked cookie tin, studying the floor plan of the birthday bash. Bill perched on a wobbling chair, fiddling with a toy grenade. The room smelled of cake frosting and latex. Outside, giggling children shouted “Pin the Tail on the Donkey!” while parents struggled with party hats. The target: a room packed with wrapped gifts, each promising cash value to the buyer. Their mission was simple—sneak in, swipe every present, vanish before the cake was cut. Molly: "We'll slip through the piñata opening, it's the biggest gap after they dump the candy." Bill: "The aunt with the oversized clown nose watches the gift table, but she can't see behind the balloon arch." Molly: "We disable the noisy DJ console, then the kids think it's a game and keep dancing." Bill: "What about the chocolate fountain? It's sticky, but we can use it to slide under the table." Molly: "After we grab the presents, we dump them into the laundry basket and exit through the staff door." Bill: "Got it. Meet at the cupcake stand at midnight, and no one mentions word 'pirates'."