Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE97A8YE8YKVFBYA9G6F05E

The back room of Bill's apartment smelled like stale pizza and desperation. Molly slapped a crumpled blueprint down on the coffee table—it was actually a place mat from Chuck E. Cheese, but the crayon drawings on the back would have to do. "Okay, so the party starts at two," Molly said, tapping a Ninja Turtle with her finger. "Bouncy castle here, cake table there, and the presents—the presents, Bill—are stacked by the sliding glass door." Bill leaned back, arms crossed. "Molly, I gotta ask. Are we really doing this? We're stealing from six-year-olds." "Seven-year-olds. It's Timmy Radcliffe's seventh birthday." "Even worse. That's like, prime Nintendo Switch territory." "Exactly!" Molly's eyes lit up. "Do you know what a Switch goes for on the street? Fifteen, twenty bucks minimum." "That's not a lot of money for a felony, Molly." "It adds up! Plus there'll be, what, twenty kids? Each with a present? That's twenty presents, Bill. Twenty." Bill rubbed his temples. "Half of those are gonna be socks. Aunt Carol always gets socks." "Then we sell the socks." "Who buys used kid socks off the black market?" "I don't know, Bill, people are into weird stuff!" There was a pause. Bill picked up a juice box from the coffee table—leftover recon supplies—and took a long, contemplative sip. "What's our cover?" he finally asked. "I already got it handled." Molly reached into her bag and pulled out two rainbow wigs and a pair of oversized shoes. "We're clowns." Bill stared at the wig like it had personally insulted his mother. "No." "Bill—" "No clowns. I told you after the bank job. No clowns." "That was different! That was a heist gone wrong because Gary panicked and started making balloon animals during the getaway." "He made me a balloon dog while the cops were literally behind us, Molly!" "That's a Gary problem, not a clown problem!" Bill groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "Fine. Fine! We're clowns. But I'm not doing the honking nose." "The honking nose is the whole point, Bill. It builds trust." "It builds trust with children. We are trying to rob children." "Robbing them while they trust us is basically the entire heist industry, Bill, keep up." Bill sighed, grabbing the wig anyway and jamming it onto his head like a man accepting his fate. "How do we even carry twenty presents out of there without someone noticing two clowns waddling off with an armful of Legos?" Molly grinned, pulling out a duffel bag shaped suspiciously like a piñata. "We tell them it's a magic trick." "...That's actually not bad." "I know. Now put on the nose." "I said no nose." "Bill. The nose builds trust." He put on the nose.