Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7JS43AC9ZXZKRT57NMESA

Molly adjusted her black ski mask and stared at the blueprint spread across the coffee shop table. The children's party supply store looked innocent enough, but Bill had done his research. "So we're really doing this?" Molly asked, her voice muffled by the mask she'd been practicing with. "Course we are," Bill replied, tracing the layout with his finger. "Clown entrance at three, cake cutting at four. Perfect chaos window." Molly nodded, though her mask made it look like a bobble head. "The gift table's right there," she pointed with a manicured finger. "Near the piñata." "Exactly. I've already scoped the parents—they'll be too busy chasing kids to notice two adults in the corner stuffing presents into duffel bags." "Brilliant," Molly said, pulling out a tiny notebook. "What about security cameras?" "Disabled. I bribed the manager with free pizza. Kids love pizza." Molly scribbled notes furiously. "And our escape plan?" "Same as always—we blame the raccoons."