Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1GRFCDHYNSRAZ3DDNMHKA8

Molly crouched behind a recycling bin, binoculars glued to her eyes, studying the bounce house across the street. Bill joined her, unwrapping a cheese stick with his teeth. "So," Molly whispered, smacking the binoculars against her palm. "You ready to relive your childhood trauma for profit?" "Absolutely." Bill chewed thoughtfully. "I haven't been to a birthday party since I was nine. Gerald Henderson pushed me into a piñata. I lost a tooth. I've been planning my revenge ever since." "The piñata or the heist?" "The heist. The piñata's at the bottom of a lake." Molly pulled out a crumpled blueprint that looked suspiciously like the back of a Denny's kids menu. "The party starts at two. Twenty-seven kids, three adults, one clown that looks like he's having an allergic reaction." "Perfect. What's the entry point?" "Through the gift table. I do the crying." Bill paused mid-chew. "The crying?" "Yeah. I show up, mascara running, ask if there's a kid named Lily here. There won't be. By the time they realize I'm not a frantic mom, you're already wrist-deep in wrapping paper." "That's either genius or unhinged." "Same thing, Bill. Same thing." She tapped the menu. "Exit strategy is the bouncy castle. You go out the back, I go out the front, we meet at the car." "What car?" Molly frowned. "The car we don't have yet. I figured you'd steal one on the way." "I was hoping you'd say that." Bill grinned. "What's the target?" "Anything rectangular, under five pounds, and wrapped in glitter paper. Lego sets, action figures, that robotic dog I saw on the commercial. Possibly the shrieking hamster ball thing." "Shrieking hamster ball is non-negotiable." "Obviously." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Now. The clown. He worries me. He's got that look." "The allergy look?" "The 'I peaked in community theater and now I make balloon animals for tips' look. Those clowns are unpredictable." "I once got drop-kicked by a clown at a VFW hall." "Did you deserve it?" "Probably." Bill finished his cheese stick and dusted his hands. "I called his makeup runny." "Right. So we avoid the clown. I distract, you grab, we flee via bouncy castle. Simple." "What if a kid sees us?" Molly straightened up, her face deadly serious. "Bill. We are professionals. We hand that kid a juice box and walk away. No juice box left behind." "Staunch policy." "Staunch policy." She offered a fist bump. "For the hamster ball." "For the hamster ball." Their knuckles met. Somewhere across the street, a child shrieked with laughter. Bill's eye twitched. Molly checked her watch. "Two hours. Go steal us a getaway car. Make it something kid-friendly. We're blending in." "A minivan?" "Bill, you're beautiful. Go."