Run: 2026-11-11-01M75PAHRBD2MN6SX111P9QCED

Molly tapped the backyard schematic. "Look here, Bill. The gift table sits right beside the bouncy castle." "Risky, Molly. Toddlers have zero respect for perimeters. What’s our disguise?" "Clowns. Nobody looks twice at a sad clown." "Everybody looks twice at a sad clown! It’s horrifying! Why aren't we robbing a normal bank?" "Have you seen the resale value on collector building blocks? Timmy’s parents are billionaires. That gift pile is pure, untraceable gold. Plus, zero armed guards." "Incorrect. Mrs. Higgins will be armed with a heavy cake server and six espressos. She’s lethal." "Then we wait for our diversion. At two sharp, they strike the piñata. While twenty greedy rugrats scramble for butterscotch, we bag the boxes and vanish through the hedges." "What if the birthday boy spots us?" "Claim you’re the hired magician and make his shiny new bicycle disappear." "Genius. Wait, what about the balloon animal guy? Inside man?" "Strictly civilian. Distract him with juice boxes if necessary, just don't pop his poodle." Bill sighed, adjusting his squeaky red nose. "I survived maximum security prison for this?" Molly grinned, tossing him two giant colorful sacks. "Quit whining and lace your giant shoes, Bozo. We move during Happy Birthday."