Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GTFN88287FCMWK93D10S1A

Bill adjusted his binoculars behind the hydrangeas, studying the target: Tommy Henderson's seventh birthday party. Twelve presents sat stacked beside a dinosaur cake, guarded by proximity to sugared children. Molly crouched beside him, unrolling a hand-drawn map. Three days undercover as a PTA mom. She tapped the rectangle with her pen. "Laser grid," she whispered. It was a Slip 'N Slide. They'd beaten museums, banks, one memorable yacht. Nothing prepared Bill for twenty-seven children on juice boxes. The bouncy castle loomed like an orange fortress, guards bouncing within, tireless and lawless. "You brought the panda suit?" he asked. "Relax. Obviously I brought the panda suit." The plan was elegant. Molly would pose as the entertainment while Bill struck the gift table during the piñata frenzy. Children, painful research had shown, could not resist a piñata. The piñata was a ceramic unicorn. Even the party favors were fortified. The panda raised one furry paw. "On my signal. Go, go, go." Bill sprinted, a professional among amateurs. Three steps in, a child spotted him and screamed with delight. Six more tackled him at the knees. Behind him, the panda was losing her suit to eight-year-olds. The unicorn piñata watched, smug and unbroken.