Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4NKZHHV69FT56545T1FG3

"We're really doing this?" Bill asked, peering through the fence at the bouncy castle. "Bill. Focus. The Kensington kid's birthday haul is legendary. A solid gold rattle. A pony." "A live pony, Molly?" "The pony's negotiable. Now, you got the costumes?" Bill held up a clown wig. "This itches already and it's not even on." "Perfect. Clowns are invisible at these things. Nobody looks a clown in the eye. It's science." "It's not science. It's fear." "Same thing. Okay, plan: I do balloon animals as a distraction, you work the gift table." "What's my balloon animal?" "You don't get one. You're on the table." "Everyone should get a balloon animal, Molly. That's the whole point of being six." "We are not six, Bill. We are professionals." "Professionals stealing from a child." "From a rich child. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Morally? No. Financially? Enormously. Now the grab: thirty seconds, pillowcases, out the back gate where the catering van's parked." "And if we get caught?" "You start crying. Ugly crying. Clown crying. Nobody prosecutes a weeping clown." "...This might actually work." "Bill, my friend, it's our masterpiece." "Can I keep the pony?" "No."