Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ3R08R0J218KPKQDVW4C1W

Molly adjusted her clown wig. "So the target is little Timmy's fifth birthday. The loot is approximately eighteen brightly wrapped presents." Bill frowned at the cupcake he was holding. "We're stealing from a five-year-old? That's low, Mol. Real low." "Professional, Bill. It's professional. The parents will be wrecked from the bouncy castle and the sugar rush. We go in as the balloon-tying twins. You distract, I acquire." "Distract how? My balloon animals look like they've been in a fight." "That's the charm. Give the kids the wonky dog with the droopy ear. They'll cluster. I swap the real presents for decoys." "What are the decoys?" "Empty boxes filled with last week's fruitcake. It's a win-win. We get the gifts, the parents get a sanitary disposal solution." "And if we get caught?" "Then we act cute. We're just two big kids who wanted a party." Molly smiled, looking utterly deranged in her face paint. Bill sighed. "Alright. But I'm keeping the good toys from the haul. That dinosaur legos set is mine." "You're a monster." "A monster with a clear objective. How do we get out with the haul? Bags?" "No, balloons. We stuff the presents into our costume balloon animals. The giant rabbit gets the video game. The snake gets the art kit. We walk out looking like a circus accident." "Brilliant. And if the kids cry?" "We cry louder. We're professionals. They'll never suspect." "You're insane." "And yet, you're in the car."