Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GT4F20G5B011G8VN3N84T1

Molly spread the blueprint across the kitchen table, weighting the corners with stolen paperweights. "Okay. The party starts at two. We go in at two-fifteen, when the cake comes out. Everyone's looking at the cake." Bill squinted at the blueprint. "This is a Chuck E. Cheese." "It's a map of a Chuck E. Cheese." Molly tapped the paper. "The presents get stacked by the ball pit. Classic tactical error." "And the escape route?" "Through the tunnel maze. It empties into the parking lot." Bill rubbed his jaw, considering. He'd spent six years in prison for a bank vault job, and another two planning a museum heist that collapsed when the museum closed. This felt beneath him. On the other hand, rent was due. "What about the kids?" he asked. "What about them?" "Isn't there, like, a moral issue?" Molly stared at him the way a cat stares at a closed door. "It's Derek's kid's party. Derek owes me four hundred dollars." "So this is a debt collection?" "It's a heist, Bill. Heists have casualties." "They're six." "Then they won't remember us." She folded the blueprint with surgical precision. "Wear something cheerful. Nobody suspects a man in a dinosaur shirt." Bill sighed, already reaching for his dinosaur shirt.