Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD583TFY3JXFGE8PRY4XWJV

"We're really doing this?" Bill whispered, crouched behind a hedge shaped like a giraffe. "Shh. The clown's on break. That's our window," Molly said, unrolling a hand-drawn map covered in crayon. "I bribed the birthday girl's brother for intel. Cost me three fruit snacks." "Worth every snack. Where's the loot?" "Pile's by the bouncy castle. Guarded by a woman named Debra who has not blinked once since we got here." "Debra's a problem." "Debra's a obstacle, Bill. Problems can be solved. Obstacles we go around. Or through. I brought a whoopee cushion for diversion purposes." "That's your plan? A whoopee cushion?" "It's a classic for a reason. You grab the presents, I create chaos, we rendezvous at the minivan." "What if a kid sees us?" "Then you freeze. They can't see you if you don't move. That's science." "That's dinosaurs, Molly. That's dinosaur science." "Same thing. Now, masks on." She pulled a paper plate with eye holes over her face. It had a smiley sun drawn on it. "Why does mine say 'World's Best Grandma'?" "It was that or a Christmas one. Timing was tight." "I hate this job." "You love this job. On three. One, two—" "Wait, is that a piñata? Do we take the piñata?" "Bill. Focus."