Run: 2026-10-06-01M48VW4RVXPR26H7RYBN302BA

Molly adjusted her party hat and whispered, "Bill, are you absolutely certain about this?" Bill tightened his clown nose. "The Johnson twins' birthday. Fifty kids. Unsupervised gift table. It's practically begging for professionals." "Professionals don't wear rainbow wigs to children's parties." "I'm method acting." Molly sighed. "The cake is at three. We have eleven minutes to locate the presents, identify valuables, and escape before the piñata." "Easy. I've already cased the basement. They keep everything in the utility closet behind the water heater." "You went to the house?" "I went to three houses. This one had the best security—meaning a golden retriever named Princess who loves belly rubs." Molly checked her watch. "What's the extraction plan?" Bill grinned, revealing a lollipop he'd somehow acquired. "I befriended the magician. He's our inside man. Says he'll 'accidentally' release doves during the chaos." "Doves?" "He misunderstood. It's pigeons. From the roof. Same effect." "Bill, we're stealing from children." "We're redistributing wealth to the criminally underpaid. There's a difference." The door burst open. A small girl pointed at them. "Mommy, why are those clowns whispering?" Bill winked. "Surprise inspection, sweetheart. Safety regulations." Molly grabbed his arm. "Run." They bolted, party hats flying, as fifty children screamed with delight.