Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD70QMNK3FKM646NCTKAJPC

Molly pressed her face against the fence. "Okay, Bill, you see the target? Six-year-olds, cake, and a mountain of presents by the clown." Bill adjusted his ski mask. "Why are we wearing ski masks to a kid's party in July? And why are we stealing Bluey toys?" "Because that Bluey Malibu dream house retails for eighty bucks, Bill. Eighty bucks times twenty kids equals retirement." "That's not how math works, Moll. That's like four hundred bucks after pawn fees." "Shut up. Phase one, you distract the clown." "How?" "Tell him you're a sad adult clown looking for mentorship." "I'm not doing that. Last time I distracted a clown I got trauma." "Fine. You go straight for the presents, I'll handle the clown, the parents, and the bouncy castle." "What's phase two?" "We run. Very fast. Before the juice boxes wear off." "Molly, what if they have goodie bags?" "Then we double our haul, Bill. Think big." "I am thinking big. I'm thinking felony theft of Paw Patrol figurines will really impress my parole officer." "Relax, it's a kid's party, what's the worst that happens?" "We get beaten up by moms hopped up on Chardonnay and Goldfish crackers."