Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA31C42WRHV6W0K6JM0YW0

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, studying the suburban battlefield: streamers, sugar fumes, and a hired magician unloading doves like contraband. Bill adjusted his ski mask, which had a smiling shark on it because the discount aisle had opinions. The backyard fence was draped with “HAPPY SIXTH, LEO!” in letters tall enough to be read by police helicopters. A table of presents glittered under a canopy, guarded only by a sleeping golden retriever wearing a party hat. Somewhere, a piñata hung like an overconfident witness. "In and out, Bill: grab ribbons, skip cake." "I prefer cake, but fine—presents first, frosting later." "No clowns; they notice." They’d timed it for the musical chairs finale, when every adult became a referee and every child became a lawsuit. Molly produced a map drawn on a napkin from the pizza place, complete with grease stains marking “high security.” Bill packed a duffel and a tiny pair of scissors for bows, insisting it was “professional.” The plan was simple: blend in as entertainers, vanish with the loot, and leave behind only an empty gift table and a suspiciously happy dog. Bill rehearsed balloon animals with gloved hands, creating a sad giraffe that looked guilty already.