Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4NKZJDQP5NS87X9YKHT0G

Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars trained on the bouncy castle. "Target acquired. Twelve presents, minimum." "Twelve?" Bill adjusted his fake clown nose. "Molly, we're robbing a six-year-old." "Birthday boy's rich. His dad owns a car dealership." "That doesn't make me feel better." "It should. Big presents, small security detail." She pointed at a clown twisting balloon animals. "That's your cover. Get in, smile, juggle." "I can't juggle." "Then learn fast. You've got forty minutes while they do cake." Bill sighed and pulled on the rainbow wig. "What's your job?" "Lookout. Also, I get fifty percent since I planned it." "You always get fifty percent." "Because I always plan it. Now go. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "If a kid asks you to make a balloon dog, say you're allergic to latex." "That's not how latex works." "Six-year-olds don't know that. Neither do you, apparently." Molly shoved him toward the gate. "Clown up. We leave with the loot before the piñata breaks, understand?" "Fine. But if I get arrested, I'm telling them everything." "You'd fold faster than a balloon giraffe." "Honestly? Yes."