Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1HVYQYZVKYHHMNNPD824DX

Molly adjusted her cat-eye mask and tapped the stolen blueprints with a manicured nail. The Henderson kid's seventh birthday party would be a circus of sugar-hyped witnesses, Hawaiian-shirted fathers, and one deeply concerning golden retriever named Biscuit, who had once bitten a FedEx driver on the shin. Bill studied the schematic. "What's the plan, Moll?" "Cake entrance. Balloon lady." "And me?" "Sad clown. Parents ignore clowns." Bill nodded slowly. Their disguises would get them inside, no question. The real challenge was the sheer volume of the haul. Every wrapped present on a sixty-foot table, the piñata, goody bags everywhere. Molly had run the numbers twice. Seventeen thousand in gift cards alone, conservatively, plus a Hot Wheels collection worth killing for. "Exit?" "Window. Fireman's slide. Fast." Biscuit growled in the distance. A child shrieked with joy. The piñata quivered ominously above a circle of sticky-fingered predators. Molly checked her watch. The party started in ninety minutes. Plenty of time, she figured, to pull off the biggest heist of their careers. Time enough to perfect her balloon animals. Time enough to rehearse the saddest clown face. Time enough to acquire a squeaky decoy for that horrible, horrible dog. The heist was on.