Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5ASEGTQQ2GT0S72XSZ16N

Molly spread the blueprint across the van's hood and tapped a crayon drawing of a bouncy castle. "There it is. Fort Knox has nothing on little Timmy's seventh birthday." Bill squinted at it. "You're joking. There's a clown." "A clown, yes. Terrifying, but slow. We can outrun a man in size sixteen shoes." "What about the parents? Parents are vicious when you take presents. I once saw a mother bite a mascot." "That's why we hit during musical chairs. Nobody abandons musical chairs. Those kids would fight a bear for that last cushion." Bill chewed his toothpick thoughtfully. "Fine, but I'm not wearing the costume again. Last time a seagull stole my mascot head and I nearly suffocated in a pelican's nest." "We need a way in, though. Balloon arch, maybe?" "A balloon arch. You want the two of us, grown adults, to crawl under a rainbow balloon arch while a man juggles beanbags." "When you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous." "It is ridiculous. We steal from banks, museums, once a yacht. Now presents from children?" Molly grinned. "Children have rich grandparents. Grab the face paint, Bill. You're going to make a beautiful fairy princess." Bill groaned. "I want hazard pay." "You'll get cake."