Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HHZHCZG9055A46NC9PC3HZ

Rain dotted the pavement, making the suburban street look less festive and more suitable for villains in cheap turtlenecks. A paper dragon wobbled above the fence, its tail scraping the van. Molly loved that omen. It smelled faintly of chocolate frosting and felony. They checked the engine once more. Molly studied the bouncy castle through binoculars. “We need chaos.” Bill nodded, polishing a tiny lockpick with his sleeve. “I brought balloons.” “Good. Tie them to the clown car exhaust?” “No. Fill the cake with glitter.” “Molly, this is a felony, not a pageant.” “And yet.” He sighed. “The gift table is by the piñata.” “Perfect. When it bursts, every child becomes a distraction.” “A criminal army.” “A criminal army with sugar.” Molly sketched the floor plan on a napkin, adding a suspiciously cute mustache to the security guard. “Can we take the bicycle too?” “Only if it fits.” “It is a tricycle.” “Then it fits twice.” Bill cracked his knuckles. “Should we wear disguises?” “Obviously. I will be a princess.” “You will get arrested before dessert.” “No. I will offer juice boxes.” They stared at the birthday banner like two surgeons eyeing an operation. “Ready?” “Born ready.” “Not in court.”