Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCSZWMA33GQNRCVY1T4YJHX

Molly stared at the kindergarten floor plan like it was a nuclear facility. "We tunnel in?" Bill adjusted his black beanie, which was technically dark gray because he bought the cheap ones. "No tunnels. Too sandy. Kids are basically miniature construction workers with juice boxes." "So we go in through the birthday boy's heart?" she asked, deadpan. "We go in through the service entrance behind the bouncy castle," he said. "At 2:00 p.m., peak sugar-rush panic. Parents are hiding in corners mainlining coffee." Molly tapped her pen against her chin. "What about the security? I've heard toddlers have a hive mind." "Exactly. One cries, forty-seven join in. But that's our cover. We'll wear balloon animal hats and blend in." "I'm allergic to latex." "Then wear the giraffe. Long neck hides your face." She groaned. "Bill, this is a children's party. There will be glitter. Clowns. Possibly a dinosaur that breathes actual fire." "It's a party rental dinosaur. The fire is LED." "Still. I'm not built for whimsy." "You're built for crime, and crime needs whimsy now. The presents are stacked near the gift volcano—" "There's a volcano?" "Decorative. Paper mache. Behind it is the motherlode. Thirty gifts, minimum. One of them is definitely a drone." Molly leaned back. "We steal presents from five-year-olds?" "We steal presents that five-year-olds haven't emotionally bonded with yet. We'll replace them with dollar-store coloring books. Net gain for society." "You're evil." "I'm practical. You drive the getaway van—" "We're using a van for a kindergarten heist?" "Disguised as an ice cream truck. I got the decals." Molly rubbed her temples. "Bill, I have a criminal record. This is beneath me." "Your record says you stole a yacht. This is a bouncy castle. Same skills, smaller waves." "How do we actually carry thirty gifts out without being noticed?" "Easy. We recruit a child. Kids are natural accomplices if you promise them extra cake." "I'm not bribing a kindergartener." "Then wear the giraffe hat and smile. Parents love giraffes." She sighed, long and dramatic. "If I get glitter in my hair, I'm killing you with a juice box." "Noted." He slid a folder across the table. "Maps, exit routes, and the cake schedule. We hit during the piñata. Blindfolded kids with sticks are the best distraction since the 1920s." Molly opened the folder. "You made a spreadsheet." "I made an art. Now, do you want the drone or not?" She closed the folder with a snap. "I'm in. But I'm not wearing the hat." "Deal. And Molly?" "Yeah?" "Don't eat the cake. It's laced with nothing, but you'll regret the sugar crash." She stood, adjusting her gloves. "Let's rob some children, Bill." "Let's do it with style."