Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GTP2KT2MDP3CK606VZ8XE1

Molly pressed her binoculars against the window of Chuckles' Fun Palace, watching the bouncy castle inflate like a neon lung. Bill crouched beside her in a bush, dressed, inexplicably, as a large squirrel. The plan was elegant. The party started at two. The parents would be distracted by cake, tears, and a clown named Mr. Twinkles who owed Bill money from a previous operation involving ferrets. They had twenty minutes while the magician performed, long enough to empty the present table and vanish. Bill adjusted his tail, which had begun emitting a faint squeak with every movement. "Stop squeaking," Molly hissed. "It's the stuffing," Bill whispered back. "I couldn't find the silent kind." Molly closed her eyes and counted to four, her entire patience budget for the day. Beyond the glass, toddlers shrieked with joy, unaware that two career criminals were about to commit the lowest-stakes crime of their careers. Somewhere in that pile of presents was a pony. A real one. Molly had seen the invoice. She checked her watch. The clown waved at the window. Bill waved back. "Why are you waving at him?" Molly demanded. "He's my cousin, Dave." Molly began composing her resignation letter in her head.