Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VRW7CH24E2SWHKW0RFMT4

Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the hood of their dented minivan, smoothing out the wrinkles with her palm. The blueprint had cost them two juice boxes and a firm handshake with a kindergartner named Trevor. "The party starts at three," she said, tapping a wobbly rectangle labeled BOUNCY CASTLE. "That's when the sugar hits. Total chaos. Nobody watches the present table once the piñata comes out." Bill squinted at the map, turning it sideways. "Is that a dog or a security guard?" "That's Mrs. Henderson. She runs the whole operation from a lawn chair by the cooler." Molly pulled out a pair of oversized sunglasses and a floppy sun hat. "We go in disguised as someone's aunt and uncle. Every party has relatives nobody recognizes." "What if someone asks whose family we belong to?" Bill tugged nervously at his clip-on tie. "We point vaguely and say Craig's. There's always a Craig." Bill nodded slowly, the plan settling over him like a warm blanket of criminal intent. He picked up the empty duffel bag from the back seat. "And the getaway vehicle?" Molly jingled a set of keys. "I hot-wired an ice cream truck." "Brilliant." "I know."