Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ31S8FN5CFAZVWG9JD8F1E

Molly crouched behind the hedge. "Okay, the target is a fortress. A fortress of glitter and screaming." Bill squinted. "It's a seven-year-old's birthday party, Moll. Not the Pentagon." "The Pentagon doesn't have a magician who can turn security guards into doves. See that guy with the wand? He's a variable." "He's a stoned college kid in a polyester tux. My grandmother could take him." "Your grandmother is dead, Bill." "Exactly. My point stands. Look, the real problem is the loot. The presents are under a giant cardboard castle. We sneak in as waitstaff, grab the pile, and exit via the cake table. Distraction is the piñata." "You want to use a piñata as a diversion? For a heist? That's your masterstroke?" "It's a big donkey. It's full of candy. Kids love it. One whack and chaos ensues. We walk out with the haul." "And if the birthday girl cries?" "Then we feel bad. But rich. Mostly rich." "Fine. But I'm keeping the good toys. That unicorn plushie looks premium. It's going in my vault." "Deal. But I get the gift cards. And the fruit basket." "You're a monster. You'd take fruit from a child?" "I'm a professional. The fruit basket is a classic misdirection. They'll be looking for the missing toys, not the missing Granny Smiths."