Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8ZYCBHMNX5EZH02K84WBRH

Molly checked her watch and sighed. "Focus, Bill. The target is a seven-year-old's birthday bash at the Community Center." "Why a seven-year-old? Why not an eight-year-old? They get better LEGO sets," Bill replied, chewing on a toothpick. "Because this kid is the son of a venture capitalist. The presents aren't just blocks, Bill. We're talking high-end gadgets, custom-made drones, maybe even a miniature electric car." "I want a miniature electric car." "You're not keeping the car. We sell the loot." "Right. Right. Now, about the disguises. I'm not wearing the clown suit again." "The clown suit worked perfectly in the Topeka job," Molly said, ignoring his pout. "I had glitter in my pores for three months, Molly. Three months! I looked like a disco ball every time I sweated." "Suck it up. You're the distraction. You go in, you do some mediocre balloon animals, you create a chaotic diversion, and I slip into the gift room." "What if I'm actually good at the balloons?" "Don't be good. Be mediocre. If you're too good, they'll keep you there. If you're terrible, they'll kick you out. Mediocrity is the key to invisibility." "I can do mediocre. I'm a natural at mediocre." "Exactly. Now, the timeline. The cake is served at 3:00 PM. That's when the children are most distracted by sugar and greed." "Do I get a piece of cake?" "No!" "Just a small sliver? I'm fasting." "You ate a whole bag of chips five minutes ago." "That was a snack. Cake is a meal." "Listen to me. At 3:05, you trigger the Accidental Balloon Pop Explosion. I enter through the side vent, bag the presents, and exit via the laundry chute." "Is there a laundry chute?" "I checked the blueprints." "You got blueprints for a community center?" "I have my ways." "I just feel like we're underestimating the toddlers. They're feral, Molly. Pure chaos. I once saw a three-year-old take down a golden retriever." "That's why we're using them as cover. Who suspects two adults at a party where everyone is screaming? It's the perfect sonic camouflage." "True. I'll just make a really sad-looking dog out of a long balloon. Maybe a pigeon." "Perfect. Now put on the wig." "It's itching. Is this synthetic?" "It's a costume wig, Bill. Now put it on and try to look like a professional entertainer who is having a mid-life crisis." "I can do that. I've been practicing in the mirror." "Wait," Bill said, pausing at the door. "What if there's a magician?" "Then you out-mediocre the magician," Molly snapped. "And don't forget the bubble machine," Molly added. "Is the bubble machine part of the distraction or just for fun?" "It's for the distraction, Bill. Now get out there before the first guest arrives."