Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCVB83HPVR9XZPD1VVFGGZ7

Molly flattened the crayon map across the van's sticky dashboard. "Target is a suburban bouncy castle with severe piñata overkill." Bill tugged his ski mask higher, already sweating through the eye holes. "There will be children." "Precisely. Acoustic cover." She circled the backyard gate with a red marker. "Party ends at three. We stroll in at three-oh-one wearing thrift-store magician robes." Bill groaned and adjusted the seatbelt. "I look like a depressed warlock in purple velvet." "You look like seasonal unemployment with a wand." Molly tossed him a glitter canister. "Distraction ordnance." "What about the cake?" "We're stealing presents, not carbohydrates." She checked her watch. "Four minutes flat. No tears, no tiny witnesses, possibly one balloon giraffe for morale." Bill turned the key. "This is officially our dumbest heist." "Bill, last month was a cheese museum." "That cheddar was locally sourced." "These gifts are locally regretted." Molly grinned, sliding on sequined gloves. "Ready to ruin some childhood memories?" "Only if I get the good loot bag." "Deal. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "Don't let a six-year-old tackle you." He sighed. "I'm bringing pepper spray for kindergarteners." "That's the spirit."