Run: 2026-09-23-01M36T6TDZ5T03XN8KHEMXA179

"You want us to rob a six-year-old's birthday party?" Bill stared at her across the diner booth. "Not just any six-year-old. Sophie Henderson. Her dad runs three car dealerships. The presents alone are worth more than most bank jobs." "Her *presents*?" "Her friends' parents are all rich. We're talking electric scooters, art sets, probably a pony." "You can't steal a pony from a bounce house, Molly." "Bill, the party is at their estate. Balloons everywhere, kids screaming, music blasting. Total chaos. We walk in like parents and walk out with gift bags." "What if a kid recognizes us?" "Then we *also* walk out with cake. No one suspects cake people." "And security?" "It's a clown and a woman with a clipboard." "I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns, Bill. That's why no one talks to them. Perfect cover." "This is insane." "Is it more insane than robbing that retirement home last month?" "...Those gift baskets *were* underwhelming." "Exactly. We aim higher. Saturday at two. Wear something with a cartoon on it." "I don't own anything with a cartoon on it." "Then we stop at Goodwill first. Your costume budget is coming out of your cut."