Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ6Z88N8812E69YX5AC50BWS

Molly: We need a plan. The target is Timmy's seventh birthday at the community center. Loot includes three hundred dollars worth of Legos, a Switch cartridge, and that cursed limited-edition robot dog that screams when it detects movement. Bill: A children's party? Really? Their security consists of a cardboard sword and a naptime enforcer named Susan. Molly: Don't mock Susan, Bill. She wields a juice box with lethal accuracy and knows our MO. The real threat is the perimeter defense. Bill: The bouncy castle? Molly: Bubbles the Bouncer. He patrols on a unicycle and carries a compressed air seltzer bottle like a sidearm. One hit to the eyes and you're blind until dessert. We need disguises. Bill: I packed the glitter cannons and a spare fake mustache. Molly: Excellent. You infiltrate as the hired entertainment, distract the horde with aggressive balloon animals while I breach the gift table. We bag the valuables, exit through the bouncy castle chute, and fence the haul before the piñata swing. Bill: What about the cake? Molly: No cake, Bill. We're professionals. Bill: Triple fudge with rainbow sprinkles and ganache. Molly: Plan B. You secure the presents; I'm neutralizing the confectionery. If we get caught, we claim we're method actors filming a documentary. Bill: I look great in face paint. Just make sure the robot dog screams at the clown. Molly: The dog only reacts to red. Wear blue. Bill: I have blue overalls, but they pinch. Molly: Suffer the pinch, Bill. Lives are on the line. Our careers. Bill: Got it. Blue trousers, glitter, and a heart full of theft. Molly: And a bag big enough for the ganache. We roll in ten.