Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0G16T6T8H5JMX7BAS37S8P

Molly unfolded the blueprint across the hood of the van. "Okay, Bill. The birthday girl turns seven at three o'clock sharp. That's our window." "Why three?" "Sugar crash, Bill. Sugar crash. Twelve kids, one sheet cake, zero supervision. It's chaos theory with frosting." "And the presents?" "Piled on the dining room table like unattended bullion." "What about the dad?" "Grilling. Men with tongs have tunnel vision. It's science." "The mom?" "Refilling juice boxes. She won't notice a thing until Tuesday." "And the clown?" "What clown?" "Every party's got a clown, Molly." "Then we become the clown." "Both of us?" "One clown, four legs. Tall clown. Intimidating." "I don't know, Molly. Last time we dressed as one person, you kneed me in the kidney for an hour." "That was a bank, Bill. This is a bouncy castle. Softer landing." "And the getaway?" "Ice cream truck. Nobody stops an ice cream truck. It's the perfect cover." "You stole an ice cream truck?" "I rented it. I'm a professional." "What about the kids?" "What about them?" "They'll cry, Molly." "Bill. Criminals don't negotiate with children." "We did last Easter." "And we lost. Never again."