Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DRTFF7YZCHQHTB5G4WDQ1

"Molly, the clown suit is non-negotiable." "Fine, Bill, but I'm not wearing the squeaky shoes. They announce us like a mall cop hiccuping." "The squeaky shoes are the distraction. While I juggle, you swipe the presents." "Juggle what? Last time you juggled eggs, we spent an hour hiding yolk footprints." "This time it's beanbags. Soft. Quiet. Thematic." "Theme? We're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party." "Exactly. Pirates. Princesses. Presents. We blend in." "Blend in? You're forty-seven and bald. You look like a tax auditor with a treasure map." "I'll wear the eye patch." "Then you can't see the getaway route. There's a bouncy castle, a face painter, twelve sugar-crazed kids." "Kids are slow. We're professionals." "We're petty thieves who once got trapped in a revolving door." "That was team-building. Now listen. I distract with balloon animals. You sneak gifts to the van." "What about the parents?" "Tell them we're from the gift registry." "Do they have a gift registry?" "They have cake. We have nerve. Move, Molly." "Wait. What if the birthday kid recognizes us?" "From where? The police lineup?" "From last week's party. I gave him a fake mustache and stole his cake." "Then we wear different mustaches. Problem solved."