Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HHWG9Q3A1B2N68VGSK5GE

Molly spread the blueprints across the kitchen table, twirling a red crayon lazily between her fingers, grinning mischievously at Bill. "Bill, my love, I've found our next gig." "Please tell me it involves bank vaults and not balloon animals." "It's a children's birthday party." "Absolutely not. I have standards, Molly." "Standards don't pay rent, darling." "Whose party is it?" "Rich dentist. Six-year-old named Timothy. Fifty guests, all wealthy." "That's a lot of loot." "All wrapped in recyclable, reusable, guilt-free paper." "You had me at dentist. What's the take?" "Presents. Dozens. Tablets, bikes, that giant stuffed giraffe." "Lord, I love that giraffe. Security?" "One retired clown and a dad with a camcorder." "This is either genius or madness." "It's both. I need an answer in ten seconds." "What's my cover?" "You're the magician. Already booked." "When?" "Yesterday. You're doing card tricks in an hour." "I'm underprepared and overdressed. My favorite state." "Just don't make eye contact with the birthday boy." "Why?" "He asks questions. Hard questions. About morality and theft." "Then I stay far, far away from Timothy." "Smart. What's our exit strategy, then?" "Piñata. Hide the loot inside, walk out smiling." "You're a beautiful monster, Molly." "I learned from the best. Now help me pack all these toys before dawn."