Run: 2026-03-15-01KKS2RC105Y00CTZCPHQMJ06S

Molly unrolled the blueprint across the greasy diner table, anchoring the corners with a ketchup bottle, a salt shaker, and two half-empty coffee mugs. "Tell me that's not a bounce house." "That is absolutely a bounce house," Bill said, sliding into the booth. "Bill, we discussed this. No bounce houses." "Molly, it's a child's birthday party in the suburbs, not the Louvre. There's going to be a bounce house. There might be two. I heard there could be a clown." "If there is a clown, I'm out." "You're not out. We need those presents." "I'm not dragging a sack of stolen goods through an inflatable castle while some guy named Jangles honks a horn at me." Bill leaned forward and tapped the blueprint with a French fry. "Okay, new plan. We go in through the side gate around two fifteen. That's when the pizza arrives. Parents will be focused on slicing and distributing. Total chaos window, seven minutes." "What about the piñata situation?" "Already handled. I've got a scheduled distraction. My cousin Eddie is going to show up pretending to be the entertainment act. He does a terrible magic show. Kids will mob him. Parents will be either filming it or deeply embarrassed." "Your cousin Eddie once got arrested for doing magic at a funeral." "He was asked to leave, Molly. There's a difference. Now, presents. Based on my intelligence, we're looking at approximately twenty to twenty five boxes. High value targets include what I believe is a gaming console and possibly a bicycle." "A bicycle. We're stealing a bicycle from a child." "A child who is about to have a very memorable magic show. It balances out." Molly stared at the blueprint. "Where do we stage?" "Garage. Side door has a faulty lock. I tested it Tuesday while pretending to be a neighbor looking for a lost cat." "You don't have a cat." "I had a photo of a cat. It was deeply convincing. The mother gave me a cookie." "So your cover is already blown. She's seen your face." "She saw the face of a man who loves cats. Completely different person." Molly rubbed her temples. "Fine. Two fifteen. Side gate. Pizza chaos. Eddie the terrible magician. We grab everything, we stage in the garage, we load the car, and we are gone by two twenty two." "Twenty three at the latest." "Bill." "There might be good cake." "The cake is not part of the operation." "I'm just saying, if we have an extra minute." "If you stop for cake, I will leave you in that bounce house and drive home alone." Bill grinned and stole one of her fries. "You won't leave me. Who else is going to help you fence a tricycle?" "A tricycle. You said bicycle." "Details."