Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ5N6NZ7F70R5GNJPH6FA71

Molly spread the crude map across the kitchen table, smoothing out the corners with practiced efficiency. "Alright, listen up. The Henderson kid's seventh birthday is tomorrow at two. Bouncy castle in the backyard, magician at three, and approximately forty greedy little monsters hyped up on cake and ice cream." Bill studied the map, scratching his chin. "So what's the haul looking like?" "Two dozen presents minimum. The kid's dad is some tech bigshot. We're talking tablets, gaming consoles, the works." "And we're stealing from children because...?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Because children don't file insurance claims, genius. Besides, these kids are rich. They won't even notice. Little Brayden probably has three backup tablets at home." Bill leaned back in his chair, unconvinced. "I don't know, Moll. Seems low, even for us. Last month we stole from a charity auction, and I'm still having nightmares about that one." "Those were corrupt charity executives who were skimming the proceeds anyway," Molly said. "Now focus. We need a way in." "The cake," Bill said, suddenly inspired. "What about the cake?" "I'll pose as the cake delivery guy. Wheel in a big box, scope the place out, then signal you when the presents are unguarded." Molly considered this. "That's... actually not terrible. Except for one problem. You're six-foot-three and look like you just got paroled." "I'll shave." "That won't help your face, Bill." "Fine. Then what's your brilliant plan?" "We go as entertainment." Bill stared at her blankly. "You want us to perform at a children's birthday party?" "You're going to be the magician's lovely assistant." "Absolutely not." "Would you prefer clown?" Bill fell silent, his jaw tightening. "The magician thing. We're doing the magician thing. But I'm not wearing sequins." Molly's face lit up. "Already handled. Got a guy on Craigslist who rents costumes. The sequins are non-negotiable, but they're navy blue, so you know, masculine." "This is a new low," Bill muttered. "This is a new high," Molly countered. "Think about it. Everyone watches the magician. No one watches the presents. We get in, we stash the goods, we get out. By the time little Brayden's blowing out his candles, we'll be halfway to the pawn shop." Bill reluctantly nodded, reaching for the map. "Okay, so where do we make the grab?" Molly tapped a spot near the garage. "Presents go here during the party. Parents don't want kids tripping over boxes. It's completely unguarded." "Security cameras?" "Only on the front door. This guy got rich cutting corners. It's almost poetic." Bill stood, pacing. "I'll need to practice. What's the magician doing?" "Sawing a kid in half, apparently." "Are we actually supposed to saw a child in half?" "God, no. It's a trick, Bill. But you'll need to carry the box. It's heavy." "Of course it is." Bill sighed heavily, accepting his fate. "Navy blue sequins, huh?" Molly grinned wickedly. "They're going to bring out your eyes." Bill groaned, already regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment.