Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4V5PAC4E80C95DMPF6B5T

Molly spread the blueprints across the coffee shop table, her finger tracing the layout of the suburban house. "So the kids' party starts at two, and we hit the gift table during the cake cutting." Bill stirred his latte with a plastic sword from the kids' meal display. "That's just brilliant. Nothing says 'master criminal' like stealing presents from a bunch of eight-year-olds." "Come on, we need the diamonds from Aunt Mildred's gift. She always wraps them in those annoying tissue paper squares." "Right, because nothing ruins a heist like inadequate gift wrapping." Bill snorted. "What's our exit strategy? Hide behind the bounce house?" "The garage door opens to the alley. We'll be gone before the pizza delivery guy shows up." "Pizza delivery guy." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Our getaway vehicle is a guy who delivers pepperoni?" "It's all about misdirection, Bill. Everyone expects us to use a van or a motorcycle, so we go with the element of surprise." "The element of surprise being... Tony from Domino's?" "Focus! The real question is whether the piñata is a distraction or an obstacle." Bill stared at her. "You're worried about the piñata?" "I'm worried about liability! If I get bonked by a flying candy bar, I'm not responsible for my medical bills." "That's not how—never mind. What about the children themselves?" "The children are our alibi. We're just the weird aunt and uncle who showed up late." "Right, because that's completely normal. 'Oh hello, I'm Aunt Molly, I brought a ski mask and crowbar as party favors.'" "We blend in with the gift table. I'll wear that floral dress that makes me look like a depressed garden gnome." Bill was laughing too hard to respond immediately. "Okay, okay. But I'm drawing the line at the children's party music playlist. If I have to hear 'Baby Shark' one more time, I'm blowing our cover." "The playlist is actually genius. Everyone will be too traumatized to remember what we look like." "You're a monster, you know that? Stealing from children." "Bill, those are premium imported chocolates in the goodie bags. Think of the markup!" "Right, because that's what separates us from animals. We steal from kids, but only the expensive kids." Molly finally smiled. "You're impossible. But you're my favorite impossible partner." "Likewise, darling. Now let's go ruin some childhood memories." They clinked their coffee cups together like criminals in a movie, then immediately spilled latte on the blueprints.