Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD6V2YAQ0HX37GHQ3010848

Molly leaned over the blueprint of the bounce house. Bill stared at the driveway full of minivans. Children screamed happily. "Okay, Bill, we go in through the kitchen disguised as clowns." "Clowns? Last time you made me wear the donkey suit for the library job." "That was tactical camouflage and you know it. This is a seven-year-old's birthday. There will be twenty presents, minimum. All unguarded except for one mom with a clipboard." "So what's the plan after we get past Laser Mom?" "We grab the loot, stuff it in the pinata, and rappel out the window using the streamer decorations." "You want to rappel? Molly, you're afraid of step ladders." "I'm working on it! That's why I brought juice boxes. Liquid courage." "Fine. But if one of those kids asks me to make a balloon animal, I'm stealing his juice box too." "That's the spirit. Remember, we are professionals. No crying, no birthday cake, no Pin the Tail." "What about the birthday boy? He's got karate trophies everywhere." "Please, we survived the senior center bingo heist. We can handle one sugar-fueled child." "That kid bit me." "He thought you were stealing his grandma. Which you were." "Let's roll now."