Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7DH3HSQSY6GNQWQ0KJ9XX

Molly adjusted her ski mask and stared at the invitation. "So let me get this straight. We're robbing a five-year-old's birthday party?" Bill nodded, checking his watch. "High-value target. Rumor has it little Timmy Henderson got a solid gold train set this year. Plus, kids' parties have terrible security." "Come on, Bill. We've hit banks, jewelry stores, even that mob wedding last month. How desperate are we?" "Desperate enough to need rent money, apparently." He tossed her a blueprint. "The cake table's our entry point. I've scoped the perimeter—two exits, one babysitter who looks like she's twelve, and a chocolate fountain." Molly unfolded the paper. "A chocolate fountain? Really?" "Distraction. Kids will be too busy drowning marshmallhoops in cocoa to notice us pocketing presents. Plus, have you tried to stop a five-year-old with a chocolate-covered face? They're like tiny, sugar-fueled ninjas." "Okay, but what's our angle? We can't just waltz in there." "We don't. You'll be the 'clown.' I'll be the dad who forgot his wallet." "Why me?" "Because you're better at pretending to be someone you're not. Plus, your face looks like it's melting naturally." "Thanks? So what's the plan?" "You create chaos with the kids—balloon animals, face painting, general mayhem. While they're distracted, I'll hit the gift table. We meet back here in twenty minutes." "What if we get caught?" "Then we explain to the parents that we're method actors researching for a very intense children's theater production about crime." Molly sighed. "That's your brilliant plan?" "It's foolproof. Parents love arts and crafts explanations." Twenty minutes later, Molly was covered in face paint and surrounded by eight children demanding balloon swords. "Bill, where are you?" "I'm over here trying to explain to a very confused woman why I'm eating cake with a soup spoon." "You said meet at the gift table!" "I did. But this woman keeps asking me about her daughter's pony piñata, and I think she's onto us." "How much did you get?" "Three presents and a suspicious amount of cookies." "Three presents? Molly, I'm juggling six kids who think I'm their new best friend!" "Well, I found the gold train set, but it's actually just painted plastic. Some kid's going to be very disappointed." "Priorities, Molly. We're professional criminals, not party crashers." "We're both covered in frosting and lies." "At least we're covered in frosting together." The chocolate fountain erupted dramatically behind them as Molly high-fived a giggling child. Sometimes crime paid in ways money couldn't explain.