Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEJ8D2XB38RSJS3CX4A80N

Molly adjusted her too-tight pigtails and stared at the inflatable castle towering over the backyard. "Okay, Bill, we go in through that bounce house. Distraction, snatch, clear. Thirty seconds max." Bill wiped his sweaty palms on his polka-dotted balloons pants. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Molly? This is a children's party. Children are chaotic. And loud. Did you hear that kid scream? I think he might actually be possessed." Molly rolled her eyes. "He's not possessed, you dramatic fool. He got juice in his hair. And that's exactly why this is perfect. No one will notice we're there. Just a couple more party guests." Bill shifted his weight nervously. "What about the presents? They're piled up right under the floral canopy where the adult is sitting. The man looks suspiciously alert for someone at a five-year-old's birthday party." "Relax, Bill. That's the dad. Parents barely see anything when they're trapped in a conversation about college funds with other stressed parents. The bounty is practically ours. Just follow my lead and don't touch the cupcakes. I saw one kid puke after eating a colored one." "Wouldn't dream of it. Speaking of purple, is this wig necessary? It's starting to itch, and I think a small bird has taken residence in my scalp." Molly reached over and gave his shoulders an encouraging shake. "That's the spirit. Ready to steal from the most chaotic crime scene on Earth?"