Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFGC86NBRXJ293WYM0HWFYQ

The van idled outside the suburban cul-de-sac while Molly studied the floor plan she'd sketched on a napkin. Bill drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his fake mustache already peeling at one corner. "How many kids are we talking?" he asked. "Twelve. Maybe fifteen." Molly folded the napkin precisely in half. "Clown starts at three. Magician at three-thirty. Maximum chaos window: twenty minutes." Bill frowned. "You sure about this? These are children, Mol." "Children with wealthy parents who buy them iPads and limited-edition collectibles." She tapped the napkin. "The gift table is here, near the inflatable castle. We go in through the kitchen while everyone's watching the magician pull a rabbit out of—" "A hat. Yeah, I've seen a magician before." Bill adjusted his tiny fedora. "What's our cover?" Molly pulled two plastic name tags from her pocket. "We're Aunt Susan's friends. She wasn't invited, but nobody questions extra adults at a kids' party." "And the exits?" She grinned. "Back door. Van idling. Three minutes, tops." Bill sighed. "I went to culinary school for this." "You went to culinary school and dropped out." Molly opened her door. "Let's go steal some toys."