Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ4XFY4JC47VSXCY37YXSHF

It was a strange day for a heist. The party was in full swing. Molly and Bill crouched behind a bouncy castle, watching the chaos unfold. The air smelled of sugar, face paint, and the faint salt of crying toddlers. Molly hated children. Birthday parties were her least favorite target. "Okay, run it by me again," Molly said, adjusting her oversized clown nose. It kept slipping sideways. Bill checked his watch. "We hit the gift table at exactly 2:15, right after the piñata breaks. Parents will be distracted by candy." "And the decoy?" Molly asked, peering over her ugly glasses. "Eddie the birthday clown," Bill said. "I paid him fifty bucks to pretend to cry. Everyone looks at crying clowns." "It's a living. The iPad is in the silver box behind the cake." Molly frowned, her face unreadable under the greasepaint. "This feels wrong." "Risk versus reward," Bill said. "We're not here for Lego sets." "You're sure about the iPad?" Molly asked, adjusting her garish wig. Bill nodded. "He wrapped it in the bathroom. Humming 'Happy Birthday.'" "That is weird," Molly said. "Like, serial killer weird." "He's a weird rich guy. Operation 'Pulling a Fast One on the Young 'Uns' is a go." Molly sighed, a dramatic puff of air. "We're really stealing from children." "Pinch yourself," Bill said. "If you feel guilt, you're doing it wrong. Move." They crept forward, ducking beneath a drooping streamer, hearts pounding. They had to be quick. The magician was setting up.