Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1H9XEMRMVCACD79S4YP825

Molly adjusted her eye patch and turned to Bill. The safe house smelled like instant noodles. A greasy pizza box served as their planning table, sauce stains forming accidental coasters. "All right, partner. Target?" Bill stroked his fake beard with theatrical gravity. "Birthday party. Six-year-olds. We're absolutely going to hell." "Probably." Molly shrugged, spreading the blueprint across the cardboard. "But those gift bags have Pokémon cards. What's the play?" "Cake arrives at three. The clown provides distraction." Bill pointed to a small X marked in red crayon. "We enter as backup entertainment." Molly stared at him. "You. As a clown." "Forty-five seconds. Smoke bomb. Parents panic." Bill grinned beneath his terrible disguise. "By the time anyone breathes again, we're gone." "And if the kids spot us?" "We offer vegetables. Kids fear broccoli more than intruders. Obviously." "Bill." "What?" "We're robbing toddlers." "Technically, we're robbing their parents, who should've invested in better security." Bill produced two sequined vests covered in dancing cartoon elephants. "Besides, you said you wanted to feel like a team." The sequins caught the dim basement light like bright stars. Molly examined the vests. They sparkled. The elephants appeared to be judging them silently. "Fine. But I drive."