Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCXEWYBRRG3Y5JJE9ASQGP4

Molly flattened herself against the hedge. "We go in after cake." Bill choked on licorice. "You want to rob toddlers?" "Not toddlers. The gifts. Birthday haul's always untouched cash-equivalents wrapped in Paw Patrol paper." "You're mental. There's a bouncy castle." "Exactly. Built-in distraction." Molly pulled on black gloves. "Kids will be vomiting sugar inside some inflatable dragon." Bill squinted through the gate. "What if parents call cops?" "Parents are drunk on prosecco and arguing about parking. Meanwhile we're sweeping the present table like surgical thieves." "Table's guarded by a seven-year-old named Jaxson. I heard him scream about dinosaurs." "Jaxson's terrified of clowns, and I'm bringing a balloon animal kit." Bill stopped dead. "You're going full clown?" "I'm going stealth clown. Twisting balloons into silent poodles while you bag the loot." Bill sighed, adjusting his ski mask over his ponytail. "This is our lowest point." "Last week we stole a yacht made of cheese. This is charity work with benefits." "Fine. But if anyone asks for a balloon giraffe, you're dead." Molly grinned, pocketing the pump. "Deal. Now remember—no footprints, no witnesses, and absolutely no eating the cupcakes."