Run: 2026-05-29-01KSSK4CMHPK4MEE2B5NDCQV25

Molly spread the blueprints across the table, knocking over a half-eaten birthday cupcake she'd swiped as reconnaissance. "The bouncy castle is our biggest threat," she said, tapping the paper. "We go in at fourteen hundred hours, right when they cut the cake." Bill squinted. "Why then?" "Sugar rush. The kids will be feral. Total chaos. Nobody guards the present pile during cake time." "Brilliant." Bill stroked his chin. "But what about the parents?" "Distracted. Filming everything for social media." Molly grinned. "We'll be ghosts." Bill pulled out a clown costume from his duffel bag, holding it up proudly. "My disguise. Perfect cover." "Bill, the theme is *under the sea*. You'll stick out like a sore thumb." "A clown can be aquatic," he protested. "I'll say I'm a... a jellyfish." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just grab the loot and meet me at the swing set. Two minutes, tops." "What if a kid catches us?" "Then you improvise. Honk your nose. Make a balloon animal. Whatever it takes." Bill saluted, suddenly serious. "Molly, after twenty heists together, this feels different." "That's because," she sighed, zipping her bag, "we've never stolen from someone who fights back with juice boxes."