Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRHYRXTFQ81Y5K7Z3AP3H6

Molly kicked the fence and sighed. "Bill, it's a three-year-old's birthday party. The presents are plastic dinosaurs and a glitter slime kit." Bill adjusted his clown nose. "Exactly. Parents will be distracted, security is a juice box, and the loot is untouched." Molly frowned. "The loot is untouched because the kids haven't opened them yet. We have to wait until after cake?" "No, genius, we go during the musical chairs. Chaos is our friend." "Chaos is a bunch of toddlers crying. I can barely lift a toddler." "You can lift a gift bag. Listen, plan is simple. I dress as a lost balloon vendor, you dress as the birthday girl's aunt." "The birthday girl's aunt who never shows up?" "Perfect. You cry about traffic, I slip in through the kitchen window with a cart." Molly tapped her chin. "What if a kid asks for a sticker?" "Give them a sticker. We are professionals." "Professionals don't steal from children, Bill." "We're not stealing, we're redistributing. To adults who appreciate presents. Think of it as early Christmas." He grinned. "Besides, the real prize is the goodie bags. Mini cupcakes and crayons." Molly smiled. "Okay. But if we get caught, I'm saying you kidnapped me for the candy." "Deal. And if we get caught, you say I forced you." "Fine. Let's go rob a nursery rhyme."