Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1J8JNWE7XZSD79ZGKATXAX

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, her toolkit glinting under the fairy lights. Across the lawn, Bill adjusted his oversized Pikachu costume and waddled toward the piñata. "The plan is simple," Molly whispered into her earpiece. "You distract, I grab, we vanish before the clown finishes his second balloon animal." Bill's muffled voice crackled back. "I'm a seven-year-old, not a magician." "Just laugh. Kids laugh at everything." "Even Pikachu demanding the goody bags?" "Especially then." Molly studied the layout. The presents were piled beneath a "Happy 6th Birthday, Lily!" banner, guarded only by a tired-looking dad and a sugar-rushing toddler. Easy money. Too easy, maybe. Her eyes lingered on a gift-wrapped box shaped suspiciously like a safe. "That's the haul," she murmured, pointing. "Two dozen presents, plus the cake money envelope taped under the snack table. Grand total? Enough to retire Bill's karaoke machine debt." Bill snorted inside his costume. "Respect the machine." A shriek of laughter erupted nearby. A kid pointed directly at him. "Mommy, Pikachu is WEIRD!" Molly winced. "New plan. You keep being weird. I'll go in." She slipped through the hedges, humming the Macarena like she belonged. Bill raised his tiny foam arms in surrender. The heist had officially begun, and the only thing standing between them and glory was a Roomba, a screaming aunt, and absolutely zero shame.