Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02HTH0CTAFWH6XCPGZ0P4P

Molly spread the blueprints across the table, though calling them blueprints was generous. They were crayon drawings she'd bribed a five-year-old for with a juice box. The target: Emma Johnson's fourth birthday party at 142 Maple Drive. Three o'clock sharp. Twelve toddlers. One bouncy castle. Bill studied the diagram with the intensity of a chess grandmaster. "The balloon arch creates a visual obstruction near the present table. We move during cake time." Molly nodded gravely. "When they sing, we grab." "The timing is exquisite. Nobody watches the table when there's frosting involved." She pointed to a section of the drawing. "This indicates a suspicious-looking dog. Probably a Golden Retriever. High threat level." Bill squinted. "That's a pony." "Even worse. Ponies are perceptive." The plan was airtight. Molly would infiltrate wearing a clown wig, blending with the hired entertainment. Bill would approach from the backyard, neutralizing the piñata on his way in. Once they reached the presents, they'd stuff everything into laundry bags and exit through the side gate where a getaway minivan would be waiting. "What about the parents?" Molly asked. "Socializing. Drinking boxed wine. They won't notice a thing." She closed the briefcase with satisfying finality. "Gentlemen, we ride at three."