Run: 2026-05-19-01KS0V3DJNYPPTV8N6CY392ZWP

The stale scent of cheap face paint and sticky cotton candy filled the back of the parked florist van. Molly spread a crude map of the chaotic backyard across a wooden vegetable crate, her serious brow furrowed in deep concentration. They had exactly forty minutes before the pony ride distracted the parents, leaving the pile of sparkling gift boxes completely unguarded near the blue inflatable slide. "Is the clown suit absolutely mandatory?" Bill asked. Molly glared over her map. "Yes, because the colorful balloons conceal our heavy tactical smoke bombs, you stupid idiot." Bill sighed, his oversized squeaky shoes letting out a pathetic squeal as he shifted his weight. He adjusted his itchy rainbow wig, wondering for the hundredth time how a former museum thief had sunk to robbing a birthday party. Molly ignored his silent existential crisis, circling the plastic sandbox with a bright red pen. This was the primary target zone. If they executed the plan flawlessly, they would escape with three giant classic Lego sets, a shiny motorized toy Jeep, and fifty organic juice boxes. It was the score of the summer, provided they successfully avoided the deadly peanut table and the terrifyingly hyperactive birthday boy himself.