Run: 2026-10-06-01M48VW7HPZW5M58MJWYNCTK1K

Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Saturday. Three o'clock. Riverside Community Center." Bill leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "You want me to rob a six-year-old's birthday party." "It's not robbing if they're not watching," Molly said, already pulling out a notebook. "Think about it. Unattended gift table. No security. Parents distracted by cake." "Parents are terrifying," Bill said. "Have you seen a mother when her child doesn't get enough frosting?" "Exactly. Chaos. Beautiful, sugary chaos." Molly tapped her pen. "We dress as clowns." "Clowns?" "Kids love clowns. Parents trust clowns. We blend in, grab the loot, vanish into the cotton candy fog machine." Bill rubbed his temples. "Last job you said disguising ourselves as health inspectors would be 'low-profile.'" "That was a restaurant. Different demographic." "What about the kids, Molly? The actual children?" Molly paused. "We'll be gentle." "You'll be gentle stealing presents from children?" "Fine." She crossed her arms. "We wait until they open everything. Then we take the wrapping paper. Sustainable. Eco-friendly." Bill stared at her. "That's not a heist. That's littering." "Art," Molly corrected. "It's called performance art." Bill sighed, reaching for his jacket. "I'm only doing this because you owe me from the escape room disaster." "That was a misunderstanding involving a laser grid and your enthusiasm." "My enthusiasm?" "Your very tall enthusiasm."