Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ05CEKAZAR9ED4CXCWZW2RP

"So we're really doing this?" Molly asked, adjusting her black turtleneck. "Absolutely," Bill said, studying a crumpled map of the neighborhood. "The Henderson birthday party. Saturday. Thirty kids. Thirty presents." "That's a lot of gifts, Bill." "That's the point, Molly. We hit the pile while they're distracted by the clown." "There's a clown?" "Birthday parties always have clowns. It's chaos insurance." Molly chewed her lip. "What kind of presents are we talking?" "Little kids. So we're looking at board games, stuffed animals, maybe some electronics if the rich parents show off." "Stuffed animals? We're stealing teddy bears?" "We're stealing opportunity," Bill corrected. "Plus I hear the goodie bags have full-size candy bars." Molly paused. "Okay, I'm listening." "We dress as catering staff. We bring in trays of sandwiches. Nobody questions sandwich people." "What about the kids?" "What about them?" "They'll see us." "Kids see everything and remember nothing. Trust me, my nephew once watched me eat his Halloween candy and couldn't even describe my face." Molly stared at him. "You stole from a child before?" "I prefer the term early retirement." Bill smiled. "Now grab your apron. We've got a two o'clock party to ruin."