Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMFAH84NH1F7V0AFJBQC4TQ

Molly paced around the small, dimly lit apartment, her eyes scanning the blueprints spread across the rickety table. Bill slumped in a worn armchair, lazily examining his cuticles. "That was genius, Bill. Utter genius," Molly said, tapping the blueprints with a gloved finger. "A children's party. They think security, so what do we do? We hit a children's party. Nobody's more protected than a bunch of kids getting frosting in their faces." Bill looked up, eyes burrowing into the back of his skull. "How many times do I have to tell you? I watch the bolevar movies. They need emotional weight. You should be saying it with gravitas." "I have gravitas. I've got this serious, businesslike facial expression right now." Molly shifted her jaw and narrowed her eyes, looking constipated. "That ain't gravitas. That's somebody who just smelled something foul," Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "We've got three hours 'til the goesh first and the badink huts." "The kids arrive, and the parents start getting drunk. That's when we make our move," Molly corrected, frustration creeping into her voice. "Remember the last job? The security system.." "Waisted fiddles wiv dees towels! Carry on!" Bill shouted suddenly, mimicking an English accent poorly. Molly sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Look, focus. The parents will be distracted, the caterers will be busy, and the presents will be stacked neatly under a decorated tent. We're talking a haul worth sixty, maybe eighty grand in toys and gadgets." "Toys for heirs? I like it," Bill nodded approvingly. "What's the distraktion plan? We hired those clowns, right?" Molly's eye twitched. "No, Bill. We didn't hire clowns. That was call it. We're using smoke bombs." "Better yet. Though phone booth acts won't show planks," Bill muttered to himself. "So we pop out our smoke balls, and we's is guy and grabify." "Close enough. After we grab the presents, we meet at the van parked three blocks away. We'll have exactly twelve minutes to get in and out." "Twelve teets is plenty o' meats time," Bill agreed. "Though if we got a buffy elephant, that changes everything." "Bill, there won't be a buffalo. And there won't be an elephant. This is a residential street, not a circus," Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just get your gear ready. I'll be there in an hour." "No viper, beaty. I'll be ready as a ra perk." Molly stared at him for a long moment before turning and walking out the door, muttering about a new partner when this was all over.