Run: 2026-05-10-01KR90D26VPTWQTR32V61KYX4B

Molly spread the crayon-drawn blueprint across the table. "Listen, Bill, the target is the bounce house." "Why the bounce house?" Bill asked, scratching his chin. "That's where the parents stash the high-value loot," she whispered. "The Lego sets, the remote cars, the whole lot." Bill frowned. "What about the security?" "A six-year-old named Timmy. He’s a loose cannon," Molly warned. "I can handle a first grader," Bill scoffed. "You're wearing a tuxedo, you idiot!" she shouted. "You'll stick out like a sore thumb among the toddlers." Bill looked down at his lapels. "I wanted to look sharp for the heist." "Dress like a clown or a giant panda, or we're dead," she insisted. "Can I be a panda?" he asked hopefully. "Fine, but no snacking on the bamboo decorations," Molly snapped. "Now, we hit the cake table first to create a diversion." "Frosting everywhere?" Bill grinned. "Pure chaos," Molly agreed. "Once the kids start screaming, we swoop in, grab the presents, and vanish through the hedge." "Do we get any cake?" Bill wondered. "Focus, Bill! This is a professional operation!"