Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5MHR1GQPCA3TKGRMP10YA

Molly adjusted her ski mask and stared at the invitation Bill held up. "A children's party? Really?" "Think about it, Molly. No security cameras, no alarm systems, just a bunch of six-year-olds and their distracted parents." "That's disgusting." "Focus! The gift table will be loaded with expensive stuff. Parents spend ridiculous amounts on birthday presents." Molly uncrossed her arms. "Okay, but we need a solid plan." Bill pulled out a crumpled napkin. "I've been drawing up some ideas." He smoothed it on the coffee table. "Phase one: cake distraction." "The birthday cake?" "Exactly. I'll dress as a clown and accidentally drop a tray of cookies near the snack table. Chaos ensues." "What about the presents?" "Phase two: the grab. While everyone's focused on the commotion, we hit the gift table. You're faster than me." "Why am I always the fast one?" "Because you're more agile, and also because last time you got us caught trying to steal that display mannequin." "That was a setup!" "Right. Anyway, phase three: exit strategy." "Which is?" "We leave through the back door. I scoped it out. There's a fence we can climb." Molly studied the napkin drawing. "This looks like a child's artwork." "It's abstract genius." "How do we get past the piñata?" "Good point. We'll need to disable the piñata." "Disable it? It's a literal donkey pinata." "Then we'll just have to be very careful not to make it swing." "And if it does swing?" "Then we both get hit in the face with a baseball bat. It's in the script." "What script?" "There's no script, Molly. We're making this up as we go." "That's reassuring." Bill shrugged. "We could always steal the piñata itself. Kill two birds with one stone." "Steal a piñata? What are we going to do with it?" "Sell it on eBay. Parents love overpriced party supplies." Molly stared at him. "You know what? This whole plan smells worse than last week's tuna sandwich." "Yet you're still here." "Touché." She paused. "But seriously, what happens when we're covered in cake and glitter, trying to explain ourselves to a room full of angry parents?" "We'll tell them it was performance art." "Performance art?" "Yeah, very avant-garde. 'The Deconstruction of Childhood Innocence Through Gift Appropriation.'" "That's terrible." "But memorable." Molly sighed. "Fine. But I want hazard pay." "Hazard pay for stealing birthday presents from children?" "Someone has to think of the psychological trauma." Bill grinned. "I like the way you think. Now, about those clown shoes..."