Run: 2026-07-01-01KWEAFTBWKHYSCY5MYCXCZ7JY

Molly slid the blueprint across the table, a crayon drawing of a castle bounce house with a suspicious number of arrows pointing to a table labeled "PRESENTS!!!" in glitter glue. "This is our target?" Bill squinted. "A six-year-old drew our heist plan?" "Timmy's cousin. She's got an eye for security gaps." "Molly, there's a clown." "Bozo's a distraction. Sends the kids into hysterics every time he pulls out that horn." Bill rubbed his temples. "We're stealing birthday presents from children." "We're liberating unopened Nerf guns and something called a Bakugan, whatever that is." "This feels wrong." "You said that about the diamond heist too." "That was different! Diamonds don't have thank-you notes attached!" Molly grinned, tapping the drawing. "The gift table's unguarded during cake time. Ninety seconds, tops." "And if a parent notices?" "We're 'entertainment.' You're juggling. I'm doing balloon animals." "I don't know how to juggle." "You'll learn." "Molly—" "Bill. There's a PlayStation in that pile. Wrapped, but I can tell by the shape." Bill paused, considering. "...Fine. But I'm not wearing the clown wig." "Deal. I already claimed it."