Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GS4QKMPZRDVWAK46PKWGQM

Molly unrolled the blueprint across the card table: a crayon drawing of a suburban backyard, complete with a bouncy castle sketched in green marker. "Target's eighth birthday," she said. "Forty presents, minimum." Bill peered through binoculars at the house, where a balloon arch swayed in the breeze. He'd survived bank vaults, laser grids, and one memorable encounter with a grandmother's peach cobbler ambush, but nothing prepared him for this. Somewhere beyond that picket fence, children waited—sugar-loaded, unpredictable, armed with water balloons. Bill shuddered. He still had a bruise shaped like a juice box from reconnaissance. "The bouncer's a problem. Adult supervision. Plus a dog." Molly traced the castle. Bill nodded, adjusting his ski mask for a heist that didn't require one. The dog, a corgi named Princess, had bitten two professional thieves this month. They'd cased the joint for three days. They knew the cake schedule, the piñata rotation, the exact moment musical chairs would send every child into shrieking chaos. Chaos was cover. Cover was opportunity. Somewhere inside, a clown named Mr. Giggles was setting up. Molly checked her watch and grinned. "Pin the tail goes up in five." Bill grabbed the sack. Time to ruin a birthday.