Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5DSETJCRKYAX3AABHKT5T

Molly pressed her face against the limousine window and groaned. "Bill, look at this place. There's a bouncy castle shaped like a dragon." "I see it, Molly." "There's a cotton candy machine. A real one. Operating. Right now." "Molly, focus. We're here for the presents, not the snacks." She turned from the window slowly. "I'm just saying, when did kids' parties become better than our wedding?" "That's a low bar and you know it." "Fair." Molly pulled out the blueprint and spread it across the dashboard. "Okay. Gift table's in the back, near the clown." "There's a clown?" "His name is Gigglebert." "I hate that already." "Gigglebert does balloon animals, which means he's got balloons, which means every squeak he makes sounds like a mouse dying. Excellent cover noise for us." Bill squinted at the diagram. "What's this dotted line?" "That's the ball pit." "Why is there a ball pit on my entry route?" "Because it's the softest way through the hedge, you big baby." "I'm forty-three years old, Molly. I will not be crawling through a ball pit on a Tuesday." "You crawled through a septic pipe last month." "That was for two million in diamonds. This is for a seven-year-old's birthday haul." Molly flipped through the intel photos. "Birthday boy is getting a Nintendo Switch, a bike, and something called a Goo Goo Galaxy playset. Estimated street value of everything: eleven grand." Bill was quiet for a moment. "You had me at Goo Goo Galaxy." "I know I did." "What's the security situation?" "One kid dressed as a bat who announced at school that he's 'basically a superhero.' He bit the last ice cream man." "That's not security, that's a liability." "He bit him through the van window, Bill. Through the window." "Then we go at cake time. Everyone's distracted, sugar's being deployed, kids are in a trance. Nobody watches the gift table during cake." Molly nodded slowly. "That's actually good." "I have my moments." "Rare ones. Like a comet." She marked an X on the blueprint. "Here's the snag. The presents are in enormous bags with the kid's name on them. We'll look like two adults stealing birthday presents." "We are two adults stealing birthday presents." "But we need to look like we're not. I got us outfits." Bill's face fell. "What kind of outfits?" "Party entertainers. You're Sir Reginald Wigglesworth." "Absolutely not." "You'll have a hat." "I don't want a hat." "The hat has a propeller. The hat is non-negotiable. Nobody questions a man in a propeller hat carrying a giant gift bag. It's genius camouflage." Bill stared out at the bouncy castle for a long moment. "How did we get here, Molly? The Cayman job. The Venice job. And now we're heisting a Dora the Explorer party." "Technically it's a Paw Patrol party. Get it right or we're blown." "Fine. But I want it on record that when Gigglebert squeaks, I'm out." "The giggle is part of the plan, Bill." "Nobody should giggle professionally. It's unnatural." Molly started the car. "In and out in four minutes. Grab everything, maintain character, and if anyone asks, we're delivering extra presents." "What if the bat kid finds us?" "Then we run, Bill. We run like we've never run before."