Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8X5ANTK3198RCQ3YJ229H1

"Right," Molly said, unrolling a crayon-drawn blueprint across the dashboard. "The party starts at two. Balloon arch at the front door, bouncy castle on the east flank." "What about security?" Bill asked, squinting at the smudged drawings. "One labradoodle. Friendly but unpredictable. I've packed cheese slices for distraction purposes." "Professional. And the presents?" "Stacked on a folding table near the kitchen. We're looking at ten, maybe twelve wrapped parcels. Could be Legos, could be socks. High risk, unknown reward." "I didn't get into this business for certainty, Molly." "That's what I love about you, Bill. You're an idiot with conviction." "How do we get past the kids?" "Sugar crash. By three fifteen, they'll be face down in cake. We go in through the back gate dressed as entertainers." "I'm not wearing the clown suit again." "You're wearing the clown suit again." "Last time a child bit me." "Children bite, Bill. That's the cost of doing business." "Fine. What's our exit strategy?" "Gary waits in the minivan. We load the gifts and disappear before anyone notices." "What if someone notices?" "We sing Happy Birthday and walk out slowly." Bill nodded. "Flawless."