Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HBZ3E92YWWHRFJMR59E4R

Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle. Bill chewed nervously on a stolen party balloon. "There must be forty presents in that pile," Molly whispered. "We grab them during the magic show." "What about the clown?" Bill asked. "What about him?" "Clowns terrify me, Molly. You know this." She lowered the binoculars and stared at him. "We've robbed three banks and an armored truck. You're scared of a man in oversized shoes?" "It's the painted smile. It's unnatural." A child shrieked with laughter somewhere beyond the fence, and Bill flinched violently, crushing the balloon. "Focus," Molly hissed. "Twelve o'clock, parents bring out the cake. Everyone's distracted singing. We move in, fill the duffel bags, and exit through the petting zoo." "There's a petting zoo?" "Don't get attached to the goats, Bill." He scribbled something in a tiny notebook decorated with cartoon ponies. Molly noticed and frowned. "Where did you get that?" "The gift table. It's reconnaissance." "It's a four-year-old's diary." Bill closed it guiltily. "She wrote that she wants a pony for Christmas. It's actually quite moving." Molly snatched the notebook and tossed it aside. "We're professionals. Now grab the chloroform and the juice boxes."