Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5ASG0SNZ9A4AACRJEFQDR

Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, binoculars raised. "The birthday boy just unwrapped a pony. A pony, Bill. Who tips a pony?" "The kind we're robbing, apparently." Bill adjusted his clown nose. "Remind me why I'm dressed as a balloon artist?" "Because your balance is terrible and the nose hides your face. Now, the presents are on the folding table by the bouncy slide. We go on my signal." "What's the signal?" "I'll sneeze." "You sneeze constantly. I've watched you sneeze at dust, at sunlight, at your own feelings." "Then it won't be suspicious, will it? Try to keep up." She paused. "One problem. The piñata." "What about it?" "It's shaped like my mother. I'm having a moment." "You told me your mother was a saint." "She was. She also owed me forty dollars. Focus, Bill. This is a children's party. There are juice boxes and chaos everywhere. These people are ruthless." A tiny voice behind them said, "Are you the balloon man?" Bill cleared his throat. "I am. Would you like a snake?" The child nodded and wandered off. Molly exhaled. "That was close. Ready?" Bill sighed, pulling out a garbage bag. "Stealing presents from children. My mother would be so proud." "That's the spirit. Go, go, go."