Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD80Q0DGMRS5B0CRTV8AXXY

Molly adjusted her black ski mask and studied the party venue through binoculars. The inflatable castle bobbed in the breeze like a giant thumb. "Bill," she whispered, "are you sure this is legal?" Bill consulted his clipboard, which was covered in crayon drawings. "Technically, we're not stealing from children. We're liberating gifts from capitalist excess." Molly nodded approvingly. "And the security?" "Three parents, one diabetic grandfather, and a golden retriever named Sparkle." Bill paused. "The dog's the real threat." "Right. What's our entry strategy?" "Pizza delivery. Kids love pizza, parents expect pizza, nobody questions pizza." Bill grinned. "I'll wear the costume." Molly winced. "You weigh two hundred pounds. You cannot convincingly portray a teenage pizza delivery boy." "Says the woman who thinks we can steal from a children's birthday party without getting caught." The inflatable castle deflated slightly in the wind. Somewhere inside, children shrieked with joy. Molly checked her watch. "We execute at cake-cutting time. Maximum chaos, minimum witnesses." "Perfect," Bill said, already practicing his 'youthful' pizza delivery voice. "I'm thinking... 'Sup dudes?'"