Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD57XCX5PHYCJ698W30NCR7

Molly approached the park bench, adjusting her ski mask. Bill, lounging nearby, nearly choked on his sandwich. "You’re late," he said, crumbs flying. "I was stopping for coffee. Unlike some people, I don’t eat breakfast at crime scenes," she retorted, dropping a manila folder on the bench. Bill squinted at the blueprint. "So… we’re robbing a birthday party? For *toys*?" "Someone has to fund my alpaca investment scheme, Bill. These presents are worth at least three grand." "Three grand in plastic squeaky toys?" He flipped the map. "What if the parents notice?" "They won’t. We distract the kids with a ‘lost puppy,’ then sweep in." "Brilliant. How do we ‘lose’ a stuffed bear?" Molly smirked. "Simple. We dress it up like a raccoon. Kids love raccoons. They’ll chase it outside." Bill nodded slowly. "And the presents?" "Stash them in the dumpster behind the ice cream truck. Easy exit." "Or," he added, tossing the sandwich crust, "we could just… not steal from children." Molly rolled her eyes. "Where’s your sense of adventure, Bill? Besides, that clown’s juggling flaming torches. Perfect getaway distraction." "Flaming torches? Molly, that’s arson plus kidnapping. Totally legal combo." "Exactly. We’ll be legends." Bill sighed. "If we survive, I’m ordering pizza instead of stealing it next time." "Deal. But first, let’s acquire some raccoon costumes."