Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD5XTFX69304AF5009F591W

The warehouse reeked of old pizza and desperation as Molly spread photographs across a rickety table. Bill hunched over her shoulder, his breath smelling faintly of last night's regrets and cheap whiskey. "Okay, Sparrow," Molly said, tracing a finger along a picture of a bounce house, "what's our angle?" Bill scratched his stubble. "Well, the kid's having a superhero theme. Batman, Spider-Man, the whole shebang. Parents think it's cute." "And we think it's a goldmine," Molly grinned, pulling out a blueprint she'd stolen from a party planner's office. "Look at this setup. Two adults, maybe thirty kids running around like caffeinated demons." "Kids are unpredictable," Bill muttered, adjusting his glasses. "Last time I robbed a birthday party, some brat stuck his tongue out at me." "That's why we go in during the chaos," Molly explained, pointing at the blueprint. "When they're all watching Spider-Man do his thing, we hit the gift table." "What about security?" Molly laughed bitterly. "It's a community center, Bill. The biggest threat is probably the punch bowl." She paused, studying her partner. "You sure about this? We could hit the casino instead." Bill's eyes lit up. "Casino's too obvious. Plus, think of the markup on these toys. Parents spend serious coin on this stuff." "Fair point." Molly tapped the blueprint again. "Plan: you create a diversion near the piñata. I'll grab the expensive presents—electronics, jewelry, anything with value. Then we split before anyone notices." "The piñata?" "Kids love that thing. You just need to look sufficiently confused and accidentally knock it over. Works every time." Bill nodded slowly. "And if the parents catch us?" "Then we claim we're with the party entertainment. You're the guy who 'accidentally' broke the piñata, I'm the one who 'found' the presents and was just trying to return them." "Brilliant." Bill checked his watch. "Party starts in two hours. You want to grab a drink first?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You mean while casing the joint?" "While casing the joint." She smiled. "I like the way you think, Sparrow."