Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ3AD4ZHXT7PW2CXV7JAFC4

From the van, Molly pressed her face to the window, staring at the colorful bounce house. 'The presents are unguarded. We just need a disguise.' Bill adjusted his sparkly red nose in the rearview mirror, frowning. 'A children's birthday party, Moll? What's next, stealing from a lemonade stand?' 'Don't be dramatic,' she said, turning. 'We're entertainers. You're the clown, I'm the magician. Simple.' 'I look like a deflated balloon,' Bill whined, tugging at his oversized collar. 'And why am I always the clown?' 'Because you're tall and sad. It's a natural fit. I'll distract them with a disappearing quarter, you swap the gift bags with these rocks.' Bill hefted the sack of stones, testing its weight. 'These are from my driveway.' 'Perfect. Authentic weight that rattles. Let's move. Birthday chaos waits for no thief.' 'I'm owning it under protest,' Bill grumbled. Molly snapped her fingers. 'Avoid the mother with the camera. She's sharp.' 'Sharper than my latex allergy? I'll risk it for the Nintendo.' 'That's the spirit. Now stuff those rocks in your pocket.' Bill nodded. 'Let's do this.' Molly grinned. 'Time to make some children cry.' 'Just for their presents,' Bill muttered.