Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ070J3DK683KWK42MW8785Y

"Ready for Operation: Birthday Swipe?" Molly whispered, peering through binoculars at the suburban house strung with balloons. "Intel says twelve attendees, all under eight, maximum sugar-high aggression in thirty minutes." Bill adjusted his tiny party hat over his balaclava. "What about the bounce house sentry? I saw a kid do a triple somersault in there." "Mere child's play," Molly scoffed. "Our approach: we blend in. I've got two clown noses in my pocket." "You said we needed disguises, not clown noses!" "Disguises are what people expect. Clown noses are what they don't." She pointed. "When the piñata drops, we move. You handle the goodie bags by the door. I'll intercept the presents from Great-Aunt Carol." "Great-Aunt Carol terrifies me. She knitted everyone scarves." "Which is precisely why she won't expect thieves." Molly checked her watch—a plastic one with the Avengers on it. "In five minutes, that cake becomes our distraction. When they sing 'Happy Birthday,' we grab and go." Bill eyed the tricycle by the door. "Getaway vehicle?" "The fastest thing here. Now remember the code phrase." "You want the candy, or the cash?" Molly sighed. "No, Bill. The phrase is 'Who wants more juice?' Then we run."