Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5HS5170T3AMY8ANP3GSV1

Molly spread the blueprint across the van's hood and traced a finger along the enemy lines. "The balloons are the alarm system." "Balloon arch," Bill corrected, squinting. "Any kid pops one, confetti falls, parents scream. It's genius, really." "We've stolen diamonds from a panic room. We can handle tissue paper." "That tissue paper is backed by a bounce house, Molly. A BOUNCE HOUSE." Bill threw up his hands. "Do you know what happens to a grown man in a bounce house?" "You find your center and commit." "I find my lunch coming back up, that's what." She rolled the map tighter and smacked him with it. "Focus. Presents go into the duffel at exactly two fifteen, during the magic show." "The magician?" "Great Uncle Randy. He's terrible. Everyone will be watching him bomb." Bill nodded slowly. "And the clown?" Molly froze. "What clown?" "Flyer said there'd be a clown." "Nobody said anything about a clown." She stared at the blueprint like it had betrayed her. "Fine. New plan. I take the clown, you take the cake table." "Why do YOU get the clown?" "Because you cry when clowns sneeze, Bill, and I need my partner functional." He grumbled, loading the duffel anyway.