Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6TJTCFMSPK60BJVHTX50P

Molly leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, staring at the bright pink balloon arch glinting in the sunlight. Bill emerged from the alley, adjusting his ski mask with the enthusiasm of someone who’d just realized he’d left the oven on. “On time,” Molly said. “Fashionably late,” Bill replied. “The party starts in an hour. We’ve got a tight window.” “Tight? Bill, this is a *children’s party*. They’ll be too busy asking if the pony rides are gluten-free to notice us.” She rolled her eyes. “We’re in and out before the cupcake tower collapses.” Bill opened his notebook, pen poised like a conductor’s baton. “Entry point?” “Back door. Mrs. Henderson’s distracted by the face-painting table. Easy.” “And the presents?” Molly pulled a shopping bag from her coat. “Already scoped. I’ll handle the heavy lifting. You distract the parents with a ‘concern’ about the bounce house.” “Bounce house? That thing looks like it’s held together by spit and duct tape.” “Exactly. They’ll be too busy praying it doesn’t collapse to question our ‘concern.’” She smirked. “Unless you’d rather explain why you’re ‘investigating’ a stuffed unicorn?” Bill flipped a page. “Timing?” “After the piñata. Chaos is our ally. Kids will be too busy chasing bats to see us.” “And if things go sideways?” Molly tossed him a walkie-talkie. “Code red. You know the drill.” “Which is?” “Run. And try not to trip over any oversized cupcakes.” Bill sighed. “This feels less like a heist and more like a custody battle.” “Same energy. Now, let’s move. The clock’s ticking, and I’d hate to miss the ‘surprise’ of the decade.” They approached the venue, Molly casing the back entrance while Bill lingered near the hedge maze. A parent shouted, “Someone check the dessert table!” and Molly froze. “Too early?” Bill asked. “Nah. Just… maybe skip the cupcake tower.” “Noted.” He nodded solemnly. “On your mark.” Molly slipped through the door. From the shadows, Bill whispered into his walkie, “Phase one: commence.” A balloon popped somewhere nearby. They exchanged glances. “Plan B?” Molly asked. Bill grinned. “Always.”