Run: 2026-02-08-01KGYZ2DFA0G2884G26QBQTKD6

Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the sticky diner table and tapped the big red X. "The bouncy castle is here. That's our primary obstacle." "A bouncy castle," Bill said flatly. "Don't underestimate it. Last job, remember the laser grid in Monaco? This is worse. Kids hopped up on sugar, Bill. They're unpredictable. They bite." "So how do we get past them?" "Distraction. You go in dressed as a clown." "Absolutely not." "You'd make a wonderful clown." "I said no." "Fine. Magician?" "I'm not wearing a costume, Molly." "Then what do you suggest? We just waltz in and grab thirty wrapped presents off the table while a dozen six-year-olds watch?" "I was thinking we go through the back. Kitchen entrance." "That's where the mom will be. She's cutting the cake at two fifteen. We have a four-minute window while she carries it out and they sing Happy Birthday." "Four minutes to grab everything?" "I've got duffel bags in the van." "What about the dad?" "He's been on the margarita machine since noon. He's not a factor." Bill rubbed his temples. "We're robbing children." "We're robbing children's parents. There's a distinction." "There really isn't." "Are you in or not?" "Obviously I'm in."