Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7JSN4JMK0BX36C7BQ92AM

Molly flipped through the party invitation with a smirk. "So let me get this straight. We're robbing a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill adjusted his ski mask and nodded enthusiastically. "Professional courtesy. Besides, have you seen the loot? These kids are getting Nintendo Switches, LEGO sets worth more than our rent, and apparently a pony." "The pony's outside, genius. We can't exactly fence a live animal." "Details, details. Focus on the presents. How many kids are we talking?" "Twenty-three. Plus parents, relatives, possibly clowns." "Perfect. More distractions." Bill spread out a crude blueprint on the coffee table. "Here's my plan. You create a diversion by pretending to be a really boring parent, I'll slip in and grab the gift table." "That's it? What about security?" "Susan's kid's party. She's got cameras, but she's also the type who forgets to charge her phone. I checked." Molly circled the blueprint with her finger. "What about the piñata? That thing's gonna be full of candy and kids screaming." "Bonus chaos. I'm counting on it." "You know what we really need?" Molly snapped her fingers. "Disguises. I'm thinking oversized cartoon character costumes. Nothing says 'innocent' like a giant chicken." "Brilliant. I'll be a dinosaur. Kids love dinosaurs." "And adults trust dinosaurs." "Exactly. So we waddle in there, blend right in." "Bill, how exactly do we steal presents while wearing giant costumes?" "Oh, right. Pockets. Big, giant pockets." "Those costumes are going to be three sizes too small because we're buying them at Party City an hour before the heist." "Molly, I'm hurt. Of course I planned ahead. I ordered them online." "With two-day shipping that arrives tomorrow?" "Okay, fine. Plan B: we steal the presents, then return the costumes for store credit." "That's not plan B, that's just... the same plan with worse timing." "Molly, focus. What's the worst that could happen?" "Children. Lots of them. Screaming. Sticky with cake. And you." "Me specifically?" "You specifically. You're going to accidentally start a conga line instead of casing the joint." "That's actually not a terrible idea for a distraction." "No, it's terrible because then we'd have to participate in whatever games they want to play, and I am not losing at pin the tail on the donkey to a bunch of toddlers again." "The piñata incident still haunts you?" "Don't remind me. I still have nightmares about that foam bat." "Okay, new plan. We skip the costumes entirely." "Finally, some sanity." "We pose as health inspectors." "Oh, that's even better. Nothing shuts down a party faster than someone saying 'suspicious punch.'" "Exactly. While everyone panics about food safety, we grab the good stuff." "And the pony?" "Still can't steal the pony." "Priorities, Bill. What about the birthday girl's special present? The one from her grandparents?" "The solid gold tiara? That's our score." "Of course it is. Because nothing says 'successful heist' like robbing a child of her grandmother's heirloom." "In our defense, it's probably costume jewelry." "Still feels wrong somehow." "Molly, we've robbed banks. We've stolen from museums. We've impersonated federal agents twice. But stealing from children makes us monsters." "That's what makes this job so profitable."