Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5N0ARDGSTZFMN76YSAQYQ

Molly adjusted her black ski mask and stared at the invitation clutched in her gloved hand. "Children's party, three o'clock. Cake, clowns, chaos." Bill kicked at a loose stone. "Why'd we agree to this?" "Because Benny 'The Kid' Carver double-crossed the wrong people last week. These presents belong to the Russian mob now." Molly pulled out a blueprint. "The gift table's right there. We hit it during the piñata distraction." Bill scratched his stubble. "What if the cops show up?" "We'll blend in with the parents. Everyone looks miserable at kids' parties anyway." Molly smirked. "Plus, I heard the birthday boy's getting a pony." Bill's eyes lit up. "A real pony?" "Yeah, but we're stealing it too." Bill laughed. "Molly, that's just cruel." "Exactly. Perfect misdirection." Molly checked her watch. "Thirty minutes. Remember, we're not monsters. We're professional thieves who happen to ruin children's birthdays for organized crime." Bill nodded grimly. "Standard Tuesday." Molly grinned. "Standard Tuesday."