Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5MYGXYS3VW5NM5AGH7EXK

Molly adjusted her black ski mask and studied the birthday party setup through binoculars. "This is it, Bill. The biggest heist of our careers." Bill nodded, checking his stopwatch. "The kids are distracted by the clown. Perfect timing." They watched children laugh and chase balloons while parents chatted nearby. Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Remember," she whispered, "we take only the expensive gifts. Leave the handmade ones." Bill pointed to a display table. "Target acquired. That unicorn piñata is worth six figures on the black market." Molly scribbled notes frantically. "What about the cake? Do we steal that too?" "Absolutely not. I have standards." The clown began juggling, drawing everyone's attention. Molly and Bill sprang into action, creeping toward the gift table like shadow wolves. "Wait," Molly hissed. "I forgot to ask—do we actually want to ruin children's birthday parties? This feels wrong." Bill paused mid-lunge. "You know what? You're right. Let's rob a bank instead."