Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EM23MABCN1XMR9B53PSHXC

Molly adjusted her black turtleneck and stared at the glittering invitation inside the cluttered garage. "Bill, are we breaking into a children's party?" Bill tapped his screwdriver against a stolen juice box and smirked with dangerous enthusiasm. "Yes. Security is cake. No alarms, just a dinosaur." Molly sighed and pulled her cap lower, watching a clown horn sound outside. "I wanted a bank." Bill produced a crumpled napkin with drawings of a slide and a cake table. "This party has a piñata. Easier." Molly rolled her eyes at the toolbox, glancing at a bouncy castle photo on the wall. "If I see a clown, I leave." The air smelled like cake and criminal intent. "We enter through the kitchen. Presents by the slide." "I do not trust a five-year-old spy." "He said the gold ribbon box holds a scooter. High value." Bill pulled out the napkin map. "Disguise as balloon artists." "That is absurd. I am not a balloon artist." "You have the face for rubber animals." Molly sighed again. "What about adults?" "Distracted by cake." "Okay. We sneak in at three, grab everything before cake is served, vanish into the bouncy castle." "Exactly. Say it is party favors if anyone asks." "Party favors are usually crayons, Bill." "Not today. Today they are expensive gifts." She grabbed her bag and nodded, knowing they were about to steal from toddlers. "Lead the way, but if a toddler hugs me, I steal only juice." Bill nodded with dangerous enthusiasm. "Deal."