Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSJQMVY6VJK3RTXZJN9VR8R

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, binoculars pressed to her face, surveying the chaos of frosting and shrieking children. Bill squatted beside her, wearing a clown costume two sizes too small, the seams straining with every breath. "This is humiliating," he whispered. She lowered the binoculars and shot him a withering glare. The plan was simple, elegant even. Wait for the piñata distraction, infiltrate through the gift table, and extract the treasure during the inevitable sugar-fueled stampede toward the cake. Bill tugged at his rainbow wig, sweat beading beneath the synthetic curls. He'd argued against the disguise for an entire week, insisting that grown men loitering at a seven-year-old's birthday would draw suspicion regardless of their attire. Molly had countered that nothing was less suspicious than a clown, statistically speaking, and besides, they had a reputation to uphold. Three successful heists this month alone, and not one of them involving anything as glamorous as jewels or cash. She checked her watch. The mountain of brightly wrapped boxes glittered in the afternoon sun, taunting them. "Ready?" she asked. He nodded grimly, honking the red nose strapped to his face. Together they crept forward, two professional criminals descending upon the most heavily defended target imaginable: small children and their loot.