Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GSBRFNZFXW3RHPXBNF5PFS

Molly unrolled the blueprint across the card table. "Okay. Balloon arch here, bouncy castle there. Security's gonna be one tired dad and a teenager dressed as a llama." "The llama's the problem," Bill said. "Those costume heads have zero peripheral vision." "Which is why you take the llama." "Why me?" "Because you're the one who lost a fight to a piñata." "That piñata was hanging unfairly, Molly." She tapped the paper. "Cake table's at two o'clock. Presents under it. We go in through the ball pit." "The ball pit?" "Nobody looks suspicious in a ball pit. It's chaos in there. Perfect cover." "I'm forty-six, Molly." "And today, you're seven. Wear the dinosaur hoodie." Bill sighed. "What about the bouncy castle?" "I'm going over it. Double bounce technique. I did cross-country." "You did one semester of cross-country." "And I never got caught." "How many presents are we talking?" "Hundred easy. Bikes. A toy grill. Some kid's getting a pony, apparently. Cardboard box, still snorting." "We're not stealing a pony." "We're stealing presents. Pony's a present." "That's a live animal, Molly." "Fine. The pony stays. But if it whinnies, you're the distraction." Bill groaned. "This is the worst job we've ever planned."