Run: 2026-10-06-01M48W53G9JMSD3VWVMWXAKWY7

Molly adjusted her party hat and whispered, "Bill, are you absolutely certain about this?" Bill tightened his clown nose. "The Johnson twins' birthday, Molly. Forty presents. Forty. Do you know what a Furby goes for on the black market?" "They're seven, Bill. Seven-year-olds." "Exactly! They don't even know what they want yet. We're doing them a favor. Early decluttering." Molly sighed. "My mother said I'd end up in prison." "Your mother also said I'd never find a 'respectable criminal partner.' Look at us now." "This isn't respectable. This is a bounce house." Bill pulled out a blueprint. "I've mapped the gift table. Three exits. One is through the ball pit, which frankly terrifies me, but we'll manage." "Bill, there will be children." "Children are unpredictable. I respect that. But Molly, think of the haul. The LEGO. The gift cards. One kid always gets a twenty from Grandma." Molly straightened her tutu. "Fine. But I'm driving the getaway van. You're navigating." "Deal. And Molly?" "What?" "If we get caught, I'm telling them you planned everything." "That's... that's not how partnerships work, Bill." "Partnerships are built on plausible deniability, Molly. Now, shall we case the bounce house?"