Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HNWKEP88WDA7291283WRR

"So we're really doing this?" Molly asked. "Robbing a kid's birthday party?" "Not robbing. Liberating," Bill said. "Those presents are practically begging to be stolen." "From a six-year-old." "From a *spoiled* six-year-old. Did you see the invitation? 'Bouncy castle, pony rides, and a chocolate fountain.' That's excessive." "And our plan is?" "You distract everyone as the clown." "Absolutely not." "Molly, you're a natural. The big shoes, the red nose—" "I'm not wearing the nose." "Fine. No nose. But you've got to juggle something." "I can't juggle." "Then throw the things and catch them dramatically. Nobody at a kid's party expects competence." "And what'll you be doing while I'm humiliating myself?" "Loading the loot into the van. We hit the present table, grab everything, and we're gone before they sing 'Happy Birthday.'" "This is the worst plan you've ever had." "It's foolproof! Who suspects a clown?" "Everyone. Everyone suspects the clown." "Look, the kid's got two hundred guests. That's two hundred presents. We could retire." "On secondhand action figures and gift cards?" "There's always cash in those little envelopes." Molly sighed. "If I get hit with a piñata stick, I'm leaving you behind." "Deal. Now put on the shoes."