Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXHJ8NFY9Q8AFZ2BHVP1KE

Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the table. "The target is a bouncy castle, Bill. Pure tactical nightmare." "I don't like clowns," Bill muttered, polishing his crowbar. "They've got dead eyes." "Focus. The presents are stacked here, by the cake. We grab them during pin the tail on the donkey." Bill frowned. "What about the parents?" "Distracted. Drinking boxed wine, pretending they're not exhausted." She tapped the map. "We blend in. You're Uncle Gary, I'm a magician they double-booked." "I can't do magic, Molly." "Pull a coin from a kid's ear. They're easily impressed." Bill considered this. "What if someone wants a balloon animal?" "Then you make a balloon animal, Bill!" "I'll make a snake," he said proudly. "It's just a long balloon you don't twist." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. The snake works. After the cake, we load the loot into the van marked 'Petting Zoo.'" "There's no actual animals?" "There's no actual zoo, Bill. It's a disguise." He looked genuinely disappointed. "I really wanted to pet something." "You can pet your share of the profits." She rolled up the map. "Now repeat the plan." Bill grinned. "Coin trick, snake balloon, steal birthday joy from children." "Beautiful."