Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W47GZCTZ4QS2VTAPVPW07

"Alright, Bill, run me through the layout one more time," Molly said, spreading a crayon drawing across the dashboard. "So, the bouncy castle is here, which gives us cover from the north. The presents are stacked on a folding table near the back fence, right next to the face-painting station." "Security?" "One dad in cargo shorts. He's on grill duty, though, so he's distracted. The real threat is the birthday boy's grandmother. She's got eyes like a hawk and she's stationed near the gift table." "What's our window?" "Musical chairs. When that kicks off, every adult within fifty yards is going to be settling disputes and wiping tears. It's pure chaos, Molly. Beautiful, screaming chaos." "And the getaway?" "We go out through the side gate into the alley. I've got the minivan running. I slapped a magnetic sign on the side that says Party Supplies Express, so we blend right in." "What if a kid sees us?" "I brought fake mustaches." "Bill, that won't fool a child." "It won't fool anyone, Molly, but it'll confuse them long enough for us to clear the fence." She folded the crayon map and sighed. "This is either genius or our lowest moment." "Why not both?"