Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5F9X04VZJZK06CXE3WQA1

Molly spread the crayon map across the hood of the getaway van, weighting corners with juice boxes. Bill squinted at the fortress of balloons and folding tables behind the suburban fence. The target was Timmy's seventh birthday, an event reportedly boasting more wrapped loot than a mall at Christmas. Their intel, a frustrated clown, had confirmed the cake would serve as distraction. Bill tapped the side entrance, near the bouncy castle, whispering that the parents would be too busy arguing about allergies to notice them in costume. Molly nodded, adjusting her oversized clown wig that smelled faintly of cheese. Their plan required impeccable timing, inflatable stealth, and zero interaction with the magician. The shadows lengthened as they finalized the approach, debating who would carry the giant sack. Bill insisted his experience with piñatas made him qualified. Molly disagreed violently, citing his previous disaster at the puppet show heist. The plan was stupid even by their low standards but the promise of unsupervised cupcakes kept them motivated for the inevitable chase. Rain threatened overhead today softly. "We need the blue gift first, it's obviously LEGO and valuable," Bill hissed. "No way, grab everything and run fast you idiot," Molly snapped back.