Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFBZKFNYCY26E742JRWG43S

Molly unrolled the blueprints across the sticky table of their favorite diner, tracing a finger along the venue layout she'd sketched from memory. "Security's tight," she said. "Three bouncy castles. Two clown guards." "Clown guards?" Bill squinted at the drawing. "You're kidding." "I wish I were. They've got those seltzer hoses." She tapped the paper. "But I've found a blind spot behind the helium tank. We go in at 2:15, right during cake time. No kid looks up from cake." Bill rubbed his hands together. "What's the score?" "Twelve wrapped boxes, minimum. I spotted a PlayStation. Two LEGO sets. Some kind of dollhouse bigger than my first apartment." "Dollhouse," Bill repeated, offended. "It's architecturally impressive. Don't judge." Molly folded her arms. "You bring the disguises?" Bill produced two party hats and a bag of candy. "We walk in like parents. Blend with the crowd. Smile at children. Act natural." "That's the part that scares me," Molly said. "Smiling at children." "You practiced in the mirror?" "For three hours." She grimaced. "I looked like a tax auditor." "That'll do," Bill said, pocketing the candy. "We're in."