Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GTJ4F2BVMY8WPFE68GP6BA

Molly spread the blueprint across the van's dashboard—except it wasn't a blueprint, it was a crayon drawing of a bouncy castle. "That's the intel?" Bill jabbed a purple scribble. "What's this, the vault?" "That's Peppa Pig. Keep up." Bill peered through the van's grimy windshield at thirty shrieking six-year-olds. "Guards?" "One clown. Plus a mum called Karen who's four wines deep." "Armament?" "Party bags. Lethal at close range." "What's in them?" "Raisins, mostly. And a whistle." "Uniforms?" "You're looking at them." Molly pulled on heart-shaped sunglasses. Bill wrestled into a dinosaur costume, tail wedged against the gearstick. "Subtle," she said. "Kids trust dinosaurs. It's science. Extraction route?" "Past the bouncy castle, around the paddling pool, and avoid the piñata at all costs." "Why the piñata?" "Last time. There were casualties. Don't ask." They crept toward the presents until a toddler pointed and shrieked. Pandemonium erupted. "We're blown," Bill hissed. "Grab what you can!" Molly deftly snatched the biggest box and vaulted the paddling pool. "Was that part of the plan?" Bill yelled. "Nothing is ever part of the plan! Happy birthday, whoever you are!" Behind them, the sad clown honked mournfully. Somewhere, a piñata swung in the breeze, undefeated.