Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD513MRSBC17MAH0VM0KWRC

Molly adjusted her ski mask and stared at the blueprint spread across the coffee shop table. "Bill, we've robbed banks, museums, and even that one wedding last month. But a children's birthday party?" Bill sipped his latte, foam mustache creeping up his upper lip. "Think about it, Molly. Twenty kids, zero security. Parents are too busy Instagramming to notice anything." "The loot potential is actually quite impressive," Molly admitted, tracing her finger along the gift table diagram. "I'm seeing at least fifteen presents, possibly more. Some of those look... substantial." "Substantial?" Bill nearly choked on his drink. "Molly, we're talking about stealing birthday presents from children." "Focus, Bill! Focus!" Molly snapped her fingers in front of his face. "We need to identify the high-value targets. That unwrapped Xbox box over there? Classic misdirection. The real treasure is probably hidden underneath." Bill squinted at the blueprint. "What about the piñata? That thing looks suspiciously heavy for a plastic dinosaur." "Excellent observation! We could use that as our entry point. While the children are distracted swinging baseball bats at candy-filled reptiles, we execute the extraction." "The extraction?" "Yes, the extraction. You know, where we take the stuff and leave?" "Right, right. But what about the birthday girl? She seems... important." Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement. "The birthday girl is our inside man. We get her to blow out the candles, create a distraction with all the 'make a wish' chaos, and that's when we move in." Bill stared at her. "Molly, I think you've been reading too many crime novels again." "I have not! Now, here's the plan. You'll pose as a clown. I'll be the photographer. While everyone's busy watching you attempt balloon animals—" "Attempt? I'm quite skilled at balloon animals." "Sure, Jan. While everyone's busy watching you potentially terrify small children with your 'skills,' I'll be systematically collecting the gifts." "What about the cake?" "The cake is a lie, Bill. Always remember: the cake is a lie." "The cake is a—Molly, that's from Portal." "See? Even you're catching on to my references. Now, the real question is: what's our escape vehicle?" Bill pulled out a crumpled parking pass. "I was thinking we could use the party bus. It's got that awesome rainbow paint job and everything." "A party bus? Are you trying to get us caught?" "Well, where else are we gonna put fifteen stolen presents and a slightly used piñata?" Molly paused, then grinned. "Actually, that's not terrible. But we need disguises." "Right, because nothing says 'innocent partygoers' like two adults in a rainbow bus full of stolen birthday presents." "Details, Bill! Details! Now, about those party favors..." "The small toys and candy?" "Think bigger, Bill. Party favors could include jewelry, electronics, maybe even some of those expensive scooters the parents brought." Bill looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "Molly, those are for the kids." "Exactly! No one suspects the party favors!"