Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD7NZQX8KEBNEWA88MBC2S3

Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of the car. "Okay, Bill. Target: the Hendersons' backyard. Saturday, two p.m." "A kid's birthday party? Molly, we've hit banks." "Banks don't have a limited edition Turbo Dino action figure, Bill. Little Timmy Henderson does. Now, the clown arrives at two-fifteen—" "Which clown?" "There's only one clown. That's our window. You go in dressed as the balloon artist." "I can't make balloon animals." "Nobody can, Bill. That's the cover. Everyone just nods politely while you mangle a dog." Molly tapped the diagram. "I'll be the cake. I wheel myself in, I pop out at the piñata, and during the chaos, we load the presents into the bouncy castle." "The bouncy castle?" "It has a hidden trapdoor. I modified it last Tuesday. I told Mrs. Henderson I was from the rental company." "She believed you?" "Bill, no one questions a woman holding a clipboard." Molly folded the blueprint. "One rule. Nobody gets hurt, and we do not, under any circumstances, take the birthday boy's actual cake." "What if the cake looks really good?" "Bill." "I'm just saying, we should have a contingency for cake." "Fine. Contingency C is cake. Happy?" "Extremely. Do I get a hat as the balloon guy?" "A tiny one." "This is why we're partners, Molly."