Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H56VWWXPYH4B9MD4WFCYKG

The van idled outside the community center, its windows plastered with paper unicorns. "That's the party?" Molly asked, squinting through binoculars. "That's the party," Bill said. "A pony's giving rides in the parking lot, Bill." "I know. I accounted for the pony." "You can't account for a pony. Ponies are chaos." "Look, kid's turning seven. Parents went all out. Presents inside by the gift table." "There's a bouncy castle." "The bouncy castle is our way in. Bounce in, roll out with the loot." "You want me to bounce, Bill?" "I want us both to bounce. It's camouflage." "There are clowns." "There are no clowns, Molly. I checked twice." "Bill, that man has a red nose and size twenty shoes." "That's... Kevin. The dad. He does balloons." "Kevin has a horn that squeaks when he walks." "Then we move when the horn squeaks. That's our cue." "I can't believe we're doing this. We've robbed casinos. Banks. A museum." "And we'll be legends for robbing a seven-year-old's birthday." "Legends? They'll put our faces on milk cartons next to a cartoon dinosaur." "Just grab the presents and smile at Kevin." "I'm not smiling at Kevin." "The horn squeaked. Go. Go. Bounce, Molly, bounce!" "I hate the bounce, Bill."