Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GRW4RWVTMEHXF7VTWPX1P1

"Walk me through it one more time," Molly said. "The target is a birthday party. Saturday. Tommy Henderson, turning six." "Six." "He's loaded. Grandma's flying in from Boca." "Security?" "Bouncy castle, one clown, balloon arch." "Balloon arch?" "Training balloons. Mean ones." "Location?" "Backyard. Ten kids, two parents, one golden retriever." "The dog." "Beagle." "Worse." "Exit strategy?" "Pinata. I rig the candy. We swap the presents for a napping toddler." "There's a napping toddler?" "There's always a napping toddler." "Bill, why are we doing this?" "Retirement fund. Also, Tommy got a pony last year." "A pony?" "Nobody gets a pony at six and stays humble. He's got it coming." "The take?" "Twelve presents, one dinosaur cake, and if we're lucky, Grandma's jewelry." "And the clown?" "The clown sees everything." "I handle clowns. I have a history." "Good history?" "Ongoing." "Fine. Cake and go, nine minutes in and out." "Eight if the dog's asleep." "One more thing. We wear mascot suits. I got us a Buzz Lightyear and a raccoon." "Why a raccoon?" "He was on sale." Molly stared at the blueprints taped to the kitchen wall, a crayon drawing of the yard. "Is the pony thing even true?" Bill paused. "Define true."