Run: 2026-09-03-01M1M154V802Z44RJV3R1R7F1V

Outside the party, Molly and Bill huddled in their van. Molly: "Okay, Bill, here's the plan. We sneak into the birthday party dressed as clowns, because nothing says 'trusted professional' like oversized shoes, a red nose, and a criminal record." Bill: "Right. And while the sugar-crazed kids are hypnotized by the magician, we slip into the gift room and stuff every present into our extra-large piñata." Molly: "A piñata? Bill, we can't smash open our escape vehicle. It's papier-mâché, not bulletproof." Bill: "Fine. We'll use the ball pit as a decoy. Kids dive in, we toss the presents out the window into the getaway stroller." Molly: "A stroller? We're stealing a mountain of toys, not going for a leisurely jog. We need the minivan." Bill: "The minivan has a car seat in it, Molly. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hotwire a vehicle with a juice box holder?" Molly: "Then we bribe the toddler with the best loot: the noisy drum set." Bill: "Brilliant. He'll scream, parents panic, and we waltz out wearing party hats and holding garbage bags labeled 'Leftover Cake.'" Molly: "Nobody questions cake. Just don't eat the evidence." Bill: "Don't worry. I'm allergic to fun."