Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ780V88QWMKNWVS02A78HJ7

Molly spread the crayon-drawn floor plan across the hood. "Target is a bouncy castle adjacent to a gift table. Heavy security." Bill squinted. "Clowns? Tell me they are amateurs." "Two. Plus a face painter with suspiciously steady hands." "We go in as the magic act?" "Exactly. I handle the balloon animals, you swap the wrapped boxes for identical decoys filled with wet sand." "Wet sand? Kids will notice the weight immediately." "Not once the sugar rush hits. We have a twelve-minute window between pinata deployment and cake distribution." "What about the parents?" "Distracted by cheap wine and existential dread. Totally oblivious." "And the birthday boy?" "Five years old. Easily bribed with a shiny nickel and a firm handshake." "You really think we can lift thirty presents without triggering a toddler riot?" Molly tapped the map twice. "Bill, we robbed a museum guarded by laser grids. This is just aggressive gift redistribution." "Fine. But I am not wearing the giant shoes again." "They are tactical footwear. Now memorize the escape route past the slip and slide." "Copy that. Operation Party Crash is a go. Pass me the mustache." "Remember, stay low, avoid the juice boxes, and grab the LEGO sets first."