Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DQXZPM85BVB8K4CX3Z2Z9

Molly: Okay, Bill, the target is Little Timmy's seventh birthday party. The presents are stacked by the bouncy castle. Bill: Bouncy castle? That's a tactical nightmare. Kids bounce unpredictably. Molly: We go in as clowns. Nobody suspects clowns. Bill: I'm not wearing the big shoes again. Last time I tripped over a piñata and got beaten by a toddler with a plastic sword. Molly: Fine. You're the magician. I'm the balloon artist. We distract, then swipe the goods. Bill: What about the parents? Molly: They'll be drunk on juice boxes and small talk. Easy. Bill: And the dog? Molly: What dog? Bill: The birthday dog. He's wearing a party hat and he knows things. Molly: We bring bacon. Problem solved. Bill: What about the cake? Can we steal the cake too? Molly: No, Bill. We're professionals. Presents only. Bill: But it's got a dragon on it. Molly: Focus. We need Santa's sack, a getaway trike, and a fake allergy attack. Bill: I can do the allergy attack. I'm allergic to responsibility. Molly: Perfect. At three o'clock, when they sing, we strike. Bill: What if they sing Happy Birthday twice? Molly: Then we improvise, Bill. Grab the glitter glue and run.