Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GTK634NQXCGWTHG0TAXXD4

Molly spread the crayon-drawn blueprint across the kitchen table. "You're telling me the getaway vehicle is a hatchback?" "It's a hybrid, Molly. Greenhouse gases matter, even in crime." "Fine. What about entry?" "We pose as entertainment. I'm a balloon artist." "You can't make balloons." "I can make a snake. Which is technically a worm with confidence." "And me?" "You're the face painter." "I don't paint faces." "You'll paint a butterfly on a six-year-old's cheek or we leave empty-handed. Them's the rules." "Bill, it's a children's birthday party. What's the security?" "A golden retriever named Biscuit and a dad in cargo shorts." "Armed?" "He has a hose." "Then we go loud. In, grab the presents, out in ninety seconds." "Subtle, Molly. It's a party, not a bank." "Fine. We stay for cake, blend in, then strike during the piñata." "That's actually genius. Everyone watches the piñata." "Nobody guards the gift table during a piñata." "One problem." "What?" "The blindfold makes me dizzy. I'll swing at a toddler." "Then you hold the presents and I swing." "You're a natural-born leader, you know that?" "Shut up and eat your surveillance donuts. We move at two. Nap time."