Run: 2026-06-24-01KVX2WT04KAMGCVVGA0KQ41QY

Molly crouched behind the hydrangeas, watching the bouncing castle violently wobble in the wind. She adjusted her black ski mask and checked her watch. The backyard was a chaotic sea of screaming children, discarded streamers, and exhausted parents looking for the wine cooler. "You ready, Bill?" Bill shuffled beside her, his large frame snapping a twig. "I was born ready. But remind me again why we're hitting a kid's seventh birthday party?" Molly rolled her eyes beneath the wool. The target was right there, sitting on a picnic table wrapped in shiny blue paper. "Because little Timmy's dad is a tech billionaire. Those gift bags probably have brand new Apple Watches." "What if they just have juice boxes?" "Then we'll have a sophisticated snack time. Now, when the clown comes out, we move." Bill froze, his jaw dropping so hard his mask slid down his chin. "Wait, there's a clown? You didn't mention a clown." "It's a kids' party, Bill. What did you expect?" He grabbed her sleeve, his eyes wide with a sudden, genuine terror. "I expected a clear exit strategy that didn't involve a creepy guy in oversized shoes!" "Just grab the big presents and stop your whining."