Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2GQF4FDX0EFRH7YGP0DSXH

Molly traced a finger along the blueprint smudged with frosting. “Okay, so the bounce house creates a ‘kid buffer zone’ around the gift table. We hit it during ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey.’” Bill adjusted a fake mustache that was already peeling. “I don’t like the clown. He’s improvisational.” “He’s a liability,” Molly agreed. “We time it for when he’s doing the balloon poodle. No one watches the gifts during a balloon poodle.” “What if I have to sneeze?” Bill asked. “You can’t sneeze during a heist, Bill. It’s in the handbook of professional larceny.” “There’s a handbook?” “There will be. I’m writing it. Focus. You’re on decoy duty. You dress as a sad dad and ask the clown for the time. Loudly.” “I can do sad dad,” Bill said, nodding. “My divorce is really selling it.” “Good. I’ll be in the rabbit costume. I distract the girl guarding the Paw Patrol tower. You grab the big ones—the glittery ones wrapped in reindeer paper. Leave the dinosaur wrapping. That kid’s got strong feelings.” “What about the mom with the camera?” Molly grinned. “She’ll be too busy filming us escaping. It’s perfect publicity.”