Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9Q2YFXAHAWBPD6DZAXQT6Z

Molly peered through the hedge at the inflatable castle wobbling under a rain of squeals. Bill adjusted his black turtleneck, which somehow made him look more like a nervous mime than a criminal mastermind. "Observe the battlefield," Molly whispered. "Cupcakes at three o'clock, magician at noon, distracted parents everywhere." Bill squinted. "And a clown by the gate. I hate variables with shoes larger than rowboats." "We go in dressed as entertainers." "I can't juggle." "You can carry balloons and look disappointed. That's half the profession." Bill sighed. "What about the loot?" "Grab bags, dolls, the dinosaur box, anything with a ribbon. We load the van before the cake is cut." "If a child spots us?" "Smile warmly and ask where toilet is." Bill rubbed his chin. "Diabolical. Humiliating." Behind them, the getaway van idled beside a bouncy-castle repair truck, its side painted with smiling giraffes, which Bill considered either providence or profoundly insulting irony. A shriek erupted as the magician produced a rabbit and apparently mild tax fraud from a hat. Molly grinned. "Timing, Bill. Applause is camouflage." He straightened. "Then we rob the innocent blind." "Not the innocent," Molly said, pulling on a polka-dot bow tie. "The richly gifted."