Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEQ8A5P2DFSAF4TCNAF91W

Molly rubbed her hands together as she stared at the elaborate banner hanging above the miesto door: "Happy 8th Birthday, Timmy!" She turned to Bill, whose face was pressed up against the window like a curious toddler at the zoo. "I see uncommon treasure here, partner," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming. "Flat-packed adventures waiting for assembly. Batteries not included, but we can include them anyway." Bill peered through his fingers, adjusting his too-sharp suit. "This isn't con, Molly. We look completely out of place at a children's party. What's our cover story? That we're underage probers doing a market survey on birthday cake satisfaction?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Professor. We're here to scope the scene.aceut/the operation isn't happening tonight. That little birthday boy and his minions will be barely awake until morning. That is our window." "So the presents are basically just sitting there?" Bill asked, sounding almost offended. "Halting prone, my friend. Just waiting for two crisps operatives to reload them into our getaway bags. I counted six wrapped packages under that monstrosity of a piñata. Five hundred bucks, easy. Maybe more, depending on the parental guilt factor." Bill shifted his weight nervously. "There are people still here, Molly. Including what looks like a teenager who's likely the designated babysitter of doom. She's got the adjudication of Mt. Rushmore." Molly glanced across the room and sighed. "The nanny. Easily managed. Just get me past security—ı.e., giant mom—and I'll be inside quicker than Timmy can take off his superhero cape." "You realize the irony of robbing a children's party, right? We're basically the bad guys in a story kids warns other kids about." "And we get to be the cool bad guys who don't hurt anyone and just relieve catastrophic levels of consumable electronics from the city's supply chain." Bill looked at his watch. "We should go. This operation feels scuffling and lacks professional decorum." Molly clapped him on the back. "That's the spirit! Let's go execute this delectable little heist. I want to know if LEGO Star Wars still has that satisfying snap when you open it."