Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ35B5VB5WD4JGMMA1EP8ZM

You see the target, Bill? Over by the bouncy castle, under the helium balloon arch. That's the gift table. Bill squinted, shifting his weight from foot to foot. I see a table with paper plates and a half-eaten hot dog. That's not a score, that's a picnic. We can't steal a hot dog. Not the hot dog, you muppet. The presents. The pile of them. All wrapped, all ripe for the taking. Look at that big one, shaped like a scooter. That's pure profit. And the one with the dinosaur wrapping? Probably a Transformer. That's eighty bucks right there. Eighty bucks for a robot that turns into a car? That's daylight robbery. Not for us, for the parents. I feel bad enough as it is. You'll get over it. Look, the magician is starting. The Great Gonzalo. He does a dove trick. Every adult will look up. That's our window. I don't know, Molly. I got a bad feeling. My back is twinging. And my hamstring. This is a bad neighborhood. It's a backyard in the suburbs, Bill. The only bad thing here is the grass stains on our brand new black tracksuits. Now, focus. When that bird flutters, we grab the tablecloth, pull, and dump the whole lot into the sack. In and out. No kids see us. But what about the cake? That cake over there. It's got a frosting castle. I could eat that castle. It would be a shame to leave it. We are not eating the cake. Cake is evidence. Mouth full of crumbs, trace of frosting. That's how you get caught. We stick to the plan. The magician pulled a white dove from his hat. A collective "oooh" rose from the adults. The kids just stared, unimpressed. Now! Move! They shuffled forward, bent low, black outfits catching the glare of a thousand party favor bubbles. Bill tripped on a deflated pool float. He went down hard. I TOLD YOU. My back. It's gone. I'm a cripple. Get up! It's just a disk! We don't have time for a medical drama! You don't understand. My chiropractor said no sudden movements. Your chiropractor is not the boss of this heist. Now, grab the cloth! Bill, grunting, grabbed a corner. Together, they yanked. The presents tumbled into the open duffel bag. A kid, maybe five years old, with a party hat on sideways, stared at them. Hey. That's my toy. From my aunt. Bill froze. The kid didn't cry. He just looked, confused. It's... a quality check, kid. We're with the magician. The Great Gonzalo. He wants to make sure the wrapping is magical enough. The kid squinted. You guys look fake. Like the bouncy castle. It's deflating. We are the bouncy castle repairmen. This is our uniform. The glitter is from a structural adhesive. The kid pointed. Your sack is full of my presents. And we will return them, after the inspection. Here. Have a lollipop. Tell your mom a nice man gave it to you. The kid took the sucker. Okay. Molly dragged Bill away. They rounded the corner, ducked behind a hedge, and collapsed. I can't feel my legs. That kid saw right through us. We're going to get picked up. No, we're not. We gave him a lollipop. Kids have short memories. Now, help me count the haul. We need to be gone before the birthday song. You think the cake is still there? Forget the cake, Bill. Focus on the transformer. And the scooter. And the gift card from Grandma. I'll take the gift card. That doesn't feel as dirty. It's all dirty. Now, stop talking. My hamstring is starting to cramp. Told you. A children's party is a deathtrap. It's a payday. Now, limp with me. We have a fence to meet.