Run: 2026-09-23-01M36W01PD29WDWRB58758SQJ3

Molly unfolded the stolen party invitation across the hood of the getaway car while Bill chewed on a stolen lollipop. "Seven-year-olds, Bill. Seven." "And?" "And they notice everything. One drops a juice box and thirty of them pivot like meerkats." "Relax. I've cased bigger jobs than this." "Name one." "That pharmacy on Fifth Street." "You stole three tubes of hemorrhoid cream." "Untraceable hemorrhoid cream." "The presents sit unattended on one table. Unwrapped, unguarded, unwatched." "It's a birthday party, not a museum heist." "That's what makes it genius. No security, no lasers, no guards." "There are balloons everywhere. They block sight lines." "Balloons." "Do you know how many? I counted six hundred in the flier." "So what?" "So we can't use a push cart. We'll need the tarp trick." "The tarp trick? Against children?" "Against six hundred balloons and two territorial parents who paid for catered pizza." "Fine. But I'm not wearing the clown costume again." "Nobody said anything about a clown costume." "You always bring up the clown costume." "You look adorable in it." "I am a professional." "Who looked like a tax-evading birthday entertainer." "And yet we still got the presents." "And the cake?" "We take the cake too." "Greed."