Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K9NAB5JVSRAWZRN4T6K81C

"Are you sure about this, Molly?" Bill asked, wiping his greasy fingers on a napkin. "Sure as sugar, Bill. The invitation says 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' at 3 PM. We hit at 2:45." Molly leaned over the table, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "But it's a kids' party. There's like, a bouncy castle. And parents." "Parents are distracted by juice boxes and small talk. The presents go under the big oak tree in the backyard. We slip through the fence." "What if we get caught?" "By who? A five-year-old in a superhero cape? Look, I've got the diversions planned. You bring the confetti cannon." "A confetti cannon? That's for celebrating, not distracting." "You fire it off in the front yard. Everyone runs to see the 'surprise'. I grab the haul. We meet at the car with the engine running." "Seems risky. What if there's a dog?" "Then you bring a steak. A big one." "Okay, okay. But what about the birthday kid? He'll be heartbroken." Molly smirked. "That's why I got us these." She pulled out two small, sad-looking teddy bears. "We'll leave one behind. They'll think the presents just... transformed." Bill stared. "You're a terrible person, Molly." "I prefer 'ethically flexible'. Now, you got the pink tutu for our disguises?" Bill groaned. "I look ridiculous." "That's the point. No one suspects a grown man in a tutu of grand larceny. You also need the unicorn horn." "Fine. But I'm keeping my boots on." "Deal. Now, let's go over the exit strategy one more time. After the cannon, you scream 'Free Bird!' and point at the sky."