Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0AQEX68HZ16ZW24RRAR0NP

Molly adjusted her crowbar inside a bright pastel unicorn onesie while Bill triple-checked the blueprints spread across the sticky diner booth table. The target was a five-year-old's birthday bash at the Giggleplex, a veritable pastel fortress of balloon animals and sugary chaos guarded by parents wielding juice boxes. Bill had highlighted the gift table in neon yellow, right between the face-painting station and an aggressive petting zoo. "Are we sure about this?" Bill whispered. Molly zipped her fuzzy hood. "Think of the LEGOs." Bill had been thinking of the LEGOs. Specifically the limited edition Star Wars Death Star that rich parents had bought for a toddler who still openly ate paste. The heist required absolute precision: strike during the magician's grand finale when the lights dropped and the screaming peaked. Bill stuffed pink glitter into every cargo pocket as camouflage. Molly studied notes regarding the bouncy castle's blind spots. Outside, rain drummed against the window. A dog yapped from a purse. "Alright," Bill sighed, smearing a streak of frosting across his cheek. "But if I get glitter bombed, you're splitting your share." They paid the check and vanished silently into the soggy afternoon, ready to steal everyone's Christmas in July.