Run: 2026-09-01-01M1EP365QV71Z85ZXZ8P9DWJG

The abandoned warehouse on the edge of the industrial district had become the unofficial headquarters for Molly and Bill's various criminal enterprises. It was a vast space with high ceilings, rusty beams, and piles of crates that served as both furniture and storage. In the center, they had set up a makeshift office with a table made from an old door on sawhorses, chairs salvaged from a dumpster, and a whiteboard covered in diagrams that now depicted the layout of a children's birthday party venue. Molly was standing in front of the whiteboard, marker in hand, drawing arrows and circles. Bill sat with his feet up, a cup of cold coffee in his hand, watching her with a mixture of amusement and concern. They had pulled off many heists together, from jewelry stores to art galleries, but this one was different, targeting the innocent joy of a kid's celebration. The flyer they had acquired showed a hall filled with streamers, a superhero banner, and a table overflowing with wrapped gifts. Now they were deep in planning mode, trying to figure out the logistics without getting into too much trouble. "Alright Bill, the party is this Saturday at 2 o'clock. We need to be there by 1 to help with decorations," Molly said, pointing to the time on the board. Bill took a sip of his coffee. "Helping with decorations? That's your way in? Seems too straightforward. What if they already have enough people?" "Then we say we're the entertainment. I can juggle a bit, you can do some card tricks. Kids love that," she answered. The two thieves went back and forth on the best way to approach the gift table without drawing attention. Molly suggested creating a diversion by starting a game of musical chairs that would occupy everyone. "Musical chairs at a superhero party? We can make it musical villains or something," Bill added, getting into the spirit despite himself. Molly nodded. "Yes, and while they're all running around, we can fill our special decoration boxes with the presents. No one will notice until it's too late." They discussed the van, which they would park in the adjacent lot, pretending it was for extra supplies. Bill expressed worry about the number of adults. "There could be twenty parents there. That's a lot of eyes." "We'll stick together, watch each other's backs. If anyone asks, we're cousins of the birthday boy or something vague," Molly reassured him. Bill smiled slightly. "Cousins? That might work. What if they ask questions about the family?" "We'll keep it vague, say we're from out of town," Molly said. The planning included timing everything around the cake and the games, ensuring they had an exit if things went south. As they talked, the comedic elements of dressing up and playing along with the kids made the whole thing seem more like a prank than a crime, which helped ease Bill's conscience a little.