Run: 2026-07-08-01KX1MQECPA90C6M7B96RG3PFR

Molly adjusted her black beanie, smirking at the blueprints spread across the crate. The plan to crash the kids party for the presents was pure gold. Bill paced nearby, already regretting the whole scheme. "We dress as balloon artists, Molly. Slip past the parents arching those awkward selfies. Then snatch every gift bag while the little brats chase the clown." She chuckled, tapping the map. "Perfect. But the candy scramble starts at three. Grab the shiny boxes first, the ones with the loud toys. Fence them easy at the pawn shop downtown." "You sure about this? Stealing birthday loot from squealing diaper monsters? My momma would tan my hide." Molly waved him off with a grin. "Focus, Bill. We hide the loot in those empty piñatas they hang outside. No one checks the donkey junk. Then escape through the bounce house tunnel." He rubbed his temples, muttering. "Alright, fine. I got the fake mustaches and those giant rubber shoes. Just no more of your laughing gas ideas this time. Last heist I floated away like a lost helium tank." They fist-bumped over the papers, eyes sparkling with stupid greed. The children's party heist was on.