Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5V00V9JG98Y60W1PVJNMK

Molly spread the blueprint across the kitchen table, weighing down the corners with stolen jewelry. The plan had been three weeks in the making, ever since she overheard her neighbor bragging about the expensive gaming console she'd bought for her son's birthday. "Okay, the party starts at two. We have forty-five minutes before cake." Bill squinted at the crayon-drawn map, his brow furrowed in concentration. He'd never been good with childlike scrawl, a side effect of dropping out of elementary school twice. "Why is there a dragon next to the bounce house?" "That's the piñata. Focus. We need a distraction." "I could dress as a clown." Molly slapped the table, nearly knocking over her coffee. "Last time you wore a clown costume, you ended up at a police dog's birthday party." Bill rubbed his arm where a German shepherd had bitten him three months ago. The scar was fading. His dignity was not. "How was I supposed to know?" "No clowns. You cause a scene at the snack table. I'll handle the gifts during the magic show." "What about the parents?" Molly lit a cigarette she'd stolen from a convenience store. "Small fire." "A fire? At a children's party?" "A small one, Bill." Bill nodded slowly, still studying the map. "What are we even stealing?" "PlayStation 5. Plus whatever else is wrapped." "What if the kids see us?" "Smile and wave. Grab the ski masks."