Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8X6XM97S1VJD4136DDGTV1

Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the dashboard, which appeared to have been sketched in crayon. Bill squinted at it through his ski mask, which he had already put on forty minutes too early. "So the bouncy castle is here," Molly said, tapping a lumpy purple rectangle. "That's our primary obstacle." "I hate bouncy castles," Bill muttered. "No traction." She ignored him and traced a finger toward what looked like a wobbly star. "The presents are stacked on a table near the piñata station. We go in through the back gate, grab the loot, and get out before the clown arrives at two." Bill shifted nervously in the passenger seat. "What if the clown's early?" "Clowns are never early. That's like the one thing you can count on in this world." "And the kids?" "Hopped up on sugar. They won't notice a thing." Molly folded the map with surgical precision, creasing it into a neat square. "Just don't make eye contact with the birthday boy. Kids sense fear." Bill pulled a large garbage bag from under his seat and held it open experimentally. "This feels wrong, Molly." She started the engine and grinned. "That's what makes it fun."