Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD65VJQFDGJ6E7M2SG0B4Q4

Bill unfolded the crayon-drawn floor plan across the hood of the getaway car. "Okay. The presents are here, under a banner that says 'Happy 6th Birthday, Timmy.'" "Six years old," Molly whispered, checking her grappling hook. "So the guests are tiny. Excellent. Low center of gravity, though. They tackle." "Nobody's tackling. We go in disguised as clowns, grab the loot, and vanish during the piñata. Kids never look up during a piñata. It's science." "Bill, the last time you wore clown makeup, a dog cried." "That dog had problems, Molly." She studied the plan. "Why does the living room have a skull drawn on it?" "That's not a skull. That's a balloon." "Then why does the balloon have teeth?" Bill sighed and pocketed the plan. "Fine. New approach. We bribe the magician. Every kid's party has a magician, and every magician is one bad gig away from turning to crime. Trust me, I've been to his open mic night." "You know the magician?" "I *am* the magician. I got hired yesterday. Stage name: The Great Boudini." He produced a top hat. A pigeon fell out of it. Molly nodded slowly. "Honestly? This is the first plan you've ever had where the pigeon was scheduled." "Break's over, Kevin," Bill told the pigeon. "We're robbing a birthday."