Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HNBF9BTT76N1QQYV0WKG2

The blueprints spread across the hood of their getaway car. Bill tapped his finger on the bounce house diagram, sighing. "You're telling me," Bill said, "we dress as a six-foot rabbit, sneak into a five-year-old's party, and steal sixty presents?" "Sixty-three," Molly corrected. "The parents have an unopened pony ride coupon." "Molly, I'm a professional. We don't steal coupons." "Professionals adapt. Also, that coupon's worth eight dollars. Now hand me the face paint." "What about the clown? These events always have clowns." "The clown's getting fired tomorrow. Two Yelp stars. Terrible balloon animals." "So we replace the clown?" "And the rabbit. I need the whole costume. Are you in or out?" "What about the loot? Where do we fence finger paintings?" "Finger paintings? Please, Bill. I checked the registry. They want a bike." "A bike? We're stealing a bike now?" "Two bikes. Twins. Matching helmets included." Bill sighed. "What about security? Birthday parties are basically fortresses." "Terrified mothers. One dad with a camcorder. I'll handle mom. You distract dad with dad jokes." "Absolutely not. My material is sacred." "Knock knock." "Molly, no." "Who's there?" "Honeydew you want me to drive the getaway van?" Bill paused. "Pink whiskers or black, partner?"