Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EMP03YY5Q45M360XKCQZTH

Molly adjusted her heist goggles and glared at the crayon-covered invitation under harsh diner lights. "Bill, you want to rob a children's party? The guests wear party hats and cry when they drop ice cream." Bill smoothed his tie, which had a balloon animal pinned to it by the barista. "I want to redistribute wealth. Specifically, the presents under the table." "We're thieves, not Santa's deficient cousins." "Exactly. We steal, not give." He spread a napkin map across the sticky table. "The party is at two at the Henderson house. Magician leaves at two-ten. We enter at two-fifteen." Molly sipped her coffee while a toddler shrieked near the jukebox. "How do we get past the clown?" "We don't. We bribe him." Bill pulled out a bag of cotton candy. "He's a balloon animal enthusiast." "And if a child asks why we're wearing ski masks?" "We say it's a birthday surprise." Bill grinned. "We grab the teddy bear, the Lego Death Star, and that suspicious toy that probably requires an engineering degree." Molly sighed, stirring sugar with a broken spoon. "This feels wrong." "It feels like profit." Bill pointed to a crude drawing of a backyard. "We climb the fence, avoid the bounce house, and vanish with the loot in thirty seconds." "Thirty seconds is optimistic." "We have practice." He checked his gold watch. "Bring your bag. And wear something festive. The parents might dance." Molly pulled out a sack labeled SWAG in glitter. "If I have to do the Macarena for stolen toys, I'm billing you for therapy." "Comedic therapy." Bill stood, straightening his balloon tie. "One hour until piggy banks weep. Let's move."