Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HH4QKG9HXBEVHB9PZWTYH

Molly unfurled the blueprint across the hood of their getaway minivan, smoothing the crayon-stained paper with trembling hands. "Right," she said. "The bouncy castle is our weak point. Security's distracted, sugar's flowing, nobody's watching the gift table." Bill squinted at the diagram. "Why is there a clown drawn in the corner?" "That's not a clown, Bill. That's the threat assessment. Reginald the Magnificent does balloon animals at three o'clock sharp." "And we hit the presents during the balloon animals?" "We hit the presents," she confirmed, "during the balloon animals." He chewed his thumbnail nervously. "I don't love this. Last time we robbed a birthday party, I got cake in my mustache and a four-year-old bit my ankle." "That four-year-old," Molly said gravely, "is now their head of operations. We respect the threat." "What's the extraction plan?" "We wheel the loot out in the piñata. Big paper donkey, nobody questions it." Bill brightened considerably. "Genius. And if anyone stops us?" "You're the magician's assistant. I'm the caterer. We improvise." "I can't do magic, Molly." She zipped up her ski mask and grinned. "Neither can Reginald, mate. That's why we'll fit right in. Now grab the donkey and let's go ruin a child's afternoon."