Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0ACTPDQBSJZ11MTSN9T7FX

"So here's the plan," Molly said, spreading a crayon-colored napkin across the table. "Saturday, 2 PM, the Henderson backyard. Forty kids, twenty-five parents, one bouncy castle." Bill squinted at the napkin. "Is this a children's menu from Applebee's?" "It's the only paper I had in my pocket. Focus." "Right. So we're hitting a six-year-old's birthday party." "Exactly. Think about it, Bill. The security is nonexistent. No guards, no cameras, no laser grids. Just a guy named Dave who grills burgers and gets way too competitive at Cornhole." Bill tapped his chin. "And the loot?" Molly grinned. "Sixteen wrapped presents under a plastic tree. I'm talking Barbies, LEGO sets, a remote-control helicopter. Do you know what a sealedLEGO Star Destroyer goes for online?" Bill's eyes widened. "Those go for like three hundred bucks." "Four hundred if it's the Collector's Edition." "Sweet mother of—" "The helicopter alone is worth a hundred and twenty. And that's before we even get to the gift cards. Every parent throws in a gift card, Bill. Five here, ten there. It adds up." "So what's the entry strategy?" Molly unrolled the napkin and pointed at a wobbly drawing. "Back fence, near the oak tree. The dog next door only barks on Tuesdays. Saturday, we're golden." "What about the kids?" "What about them? They're six. What are they gonna do, tackle us? They can't even tie their shoes." "Fair point. What about the piñata?" Molly paused. "What about it?" "That thing's full of candy. Are we taking the candy too?" "We're not animals, Bill. We leave the piñata." "You sure? Skittles go for—" "We leave. The piñata." Bill held up his hands. "Fine, fine. So when do we make the move?" "Right after cake. That's the golden window. Every adult is singing, all the kids are screaming, nobody's paying attention. We slip in through the side gate, fill two duffel bags, and we're out in ninety seconds." "Ninety seconds? That's tight." "You complaining?" "No, I'm impressed. You really thought this through." "I've been casing the Henderson house for three weeks. I know their garbage schedule, their Wi-Fi password, and their dog's name is Captain Biscuit." "That's disturbing." "That's professionalism." Bill nodded slowly. "Alright, I'm in. But I have one condition." "What?" "I want to eat a cupcake before we leave." Molly sighed. "You always do this. Every job, you want to eat something on the job." "The cupcakes at these parties are incredible, Molly. Little frosting roses on top. You can't buy that quality." "Fine. One cupcake. Then we move." "Deal." Bill extended his hand. "Partners?" Molly shook it. "Partners. Now let's go buy some duffel bags." "Should we use cash or—" "Definitely cash, Bill. Definitely cash."