Run: 2026-10-07-01M4ATXTCRZVJ9NVVEP3YT7W9B

Molly spread the party flyer across the sticky kitchen table, pointing at the unicorn cake with a greasy finger that left a smudge on the laminated paper. She tapped her pen against the counter, but it was dry. The plan smelled like desperation and crayons. "Seven-year-olds, Bill. Unwrapped presents everywhere. Unicorn loot." Bill adjusted his balaclava, which immediately slipped down over his nose like a sad grey curtain. The elastic had lost its will to live. "It's a baptism, Molly. The kid gets socks. The godparents are loaded, and the gift table looks like a toy store exploded." "Then we upgrade his wardrobe." Molly unpacked a canvas backpack lined with juice boxes and crayons. "Mrs. Henderson hired me for face painting. I've got two hours inside." Bill squinted through the tiny fabric holes, looking like a confused badger that had wandered into a sauna. "You can actually do face painting, Molly? With brushes?" "I watched a tutorial. Here's the plan: I hit them with glitter bombs while you grab the loot. We exit through the doggy door." "Glitter bombs? They're seven years old, Molly. You'll traumatize them." "Exactly. Scared kids drop their guard. I'll grab the Nintendo while they're picking glitter from their hair." Bill checked the watch, then wound it twice by accident. "The cake arrives at three. We move at 3:15 sharp." Molly practiced her evil laugh in the chrome toaster. "Mwuahaha, Timmy, hand over that LEGO set." "That's genuinely terrifying." "Good. Fear is our ally."