Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GSJF5T87831W4PFYX33AGH

Molly lay flat in the Hendersons' hydrangeas, binoculars pressed to her face. Beyond the fence, a swarm of six-year-olds ricocheted around a bouncy castle like piranhas wearing party hats. "Two clowns, one bouncy castle, twelve targets, and a pony," she murmured. Bill crouched beside her, studying surveillance photos taped to a clipboard. His hands—steady enough to disarm a laser grid in Monte Carlo—trembled at the sight of a piñata dangling from the oak. "Presents are stacked behind the slide, under the balloons," he said. Three days of casing had yielded schedules, nap times, and the precise moment every small head would turn toward the cake. Bill had infiltrated yesterday as a balloon-animal assistant, returning traumatized but informed. The plan was elegant. During the birthday song, Molly would slip through the side gate while Bill created a diversion by unleashing the pony. Ninety seconds later, every gift would be in their van. Bill pulled on his gloves. Twenty years of professional theft, and he'd never been this nervous. Somewhere beyond that hedge, a child was about to lose a Build-A-Bear, and Bill would have to live with that. "Ready?" Molly asked. He nodded. Heists were simpler when nobody cried.