Run: 2026-10-13-01M4V1VEFMXQ96FHNCH07KNZ9V

Molly unrolled the blueprints. "This is madness, Molly. A five-year-old's birthday? We rob banks, not bounce houses." "Have you seen the resale value on limited-edition Lego sets, Bill? It's an untapped goldmine. Now focus. Here's the perimeter. The bouncy castle provides our blind spot." "And the guards?" "Two overtired dads by the barbecue, and a distracted teenager in a knock-off Spider-Man suit." "I don't like it. Five-year-olds are vicious. Remember the museum job when that toddler bit my ankle?" "We will be in disguise. Put on the clown nose." "No. Absolutely not. I have a reputation." "Put it on, Bill, or I take seventy percent of the PlayStation haul. Look, we breach the patio doors at fourteen-hundred hours, right when they cut the Paw Patrol cake. Maximum sugar-induced chaos. Nobody will even look at the gift table." "What if the kid spots us?" "You honk your nose, hand him a balloon sword, and we vanish into the minivan with the loot." Bill sighed, squeezing the foam red nose onto his face. "If Spider-Man tries to be a hero, I'm tasing him." "Agreed. Now grab the burlap sacks. It's party time."