Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ4PHXBTYH5YKDWMP4N8N5X

Molly glared at the gift bags. "Okay, Bill, the objective is the gift table. The primary obstacle is 'Clancy the Clown.'" Bill squinted at the bouncy castle. "The guy with the balloon animals? I can pop a few, create a distraction." "Amateur. Clancy is ex-military. Those poodles are just for show. We bypass him. Phase one: I volunteer for face painting. I’ll ask him for a stool for my bad back. While he’s distracted, you enter via the cupcake table." "Enter the cupcake table?" Bill ran a hand over his face. "It's covered in a Dora the Explorer cloth and goes to my knees. I can't 'enter' a cupcake table." "Fine. Smoke bomb in the bouncy castle. Total pandemonium. We grab the haul." "Smoke bomb a castle full of five-year-olds? That's a war crime, Molly." "A *successful* war crime. Look, the loot is gift bags. Bubbles, sidewalk chalk, plush toys." "We're risking prison for bubbles and chalk?" "It’s the principle. It’s a heist. And the bubble solution is high-end, I checked the label." "We're stealing bubbles." He sighed. "I need a minute for my self-respect to catch up." "Fine." She adjusted her gloves. "I'll be in the car, mapping the route to the birthday cake. The one big one. The sparkler's a dead giveaway." "We're stealing the cake too?" "It's a tiered custom fondant job. It's the real score. The presents are just cover." "Okay. I'm in. But I get the clown's nose as a trophy." "Deal." She grinned. "Now, about the sprinkles. They're a forensic nightmare. We need a plan for the sprinkles."