Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4S26C3ZXQR501ME2YSCC6

Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the hood of the car. It was crayon on construction paper. "Bill, why is our blueprint made of crayon?" "The birthday boy drew it. I bought it off him for a juice box." "You paid a child in juice for intel?" "He drives a hard bargain. Point is, the presents go in the living room, right next to the bouncy castle." Molly squinted. "We're robbing a six-year-old." "We're redistributing wealth. From the tiny to the deserving. Us." "What's the plan once we're inside?" "Simple. We walk in dressed as clowns. Nobody questions clowns at a birthday party." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Bill, everyone questions clowns. Clowns are the most questioned people at any party." "Fine. Magicians." "Worse. They'll demand tricks." "I know one trick. I make presents disappear." Bill wiggled his fingers theatrically. "And the kids? Six-year-olds are vicious, Bill. They travel in packs. They have no fear and unlimited juice." "That's why we strike during the piñata. Total chaos. It's the perfect diversion." Molly folded the crayon map and sighed. "This is the lowest we've ever sunk." "Lower than the petting zoo job?" "The goat had it coming."