Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1GSVV9Y0MVYV80X3TNYVJM

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, her eyes gleaming like a toddler spotting a dropped ice cream cone. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was slowly melting down his face in the heat like a sad clown nose. Inside, children shrieked. A piñata swung dangerously overhead. Mom looked exhausted, clutching her coffee like a life raft. A T-Rex bounced inside the castle, screaming wildly about cake and cookies. Bill's mustache finally surrendered to gravity. "Job's a kid's party. Dino theme. One mom and a piñata," Molly whispered. "We are stealing from children." "They won't miss it. Half want wrapping paper, trust me." "I have morals." "You robbed a poodle pageant, Bill. Made a Yorkie cry." Molly tapped the folder impatiently. Bill winced. "What's the plan now?" "You dress as a clown. I've got a wig." "I have dignity, Molly." "You have a pink tutu in your go-bag." His eye twitched. "Fine. But I refuse to make balloon animals." "Keep kids busy. I grab the loot." "And if mom notices?" "Tell her you're from the party committee." "Do those even exist?" "Only Tuesdays. Ready?" "Born ready. Unfortunately." He straightened his tutu, sighed like a condemned man, and nodded toward the castle.