Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBMCQTDFKJD81CZQ2JQDR7

Molly spread the wrinkled floor plan across the sticky kitchen table, smoothing its creases with her palm. Her finger tapped the gift table near the bouncy castle, right beside the juice boxes. "We go in during the piñata." Bill folded his arms and watched her from across the table, skeptical. "Clowns again?" "Party entertainers. We bring a wagon full of balloons." He frowned at the crayon drawing of the hall. "What if the birthday girl asks about her present?" "We tell her it's a magic trick." Bill chewed his lip and scanned the exits with narrowed eyes. "Too many parents by the gift table." Molly shrugged and stole one of his fries. "They're filming toddlers crying. You make balloon animals. I stack boxes." He sighed heavily. "We're stealing presents in plain sight?" "Kids will think it's a game." Bill tapped the map with a plastic fork, leaving a tiny hole near the gift table. "We need a distraction." Molly smiled slowly. "We bring a pony. No one watches presents." "A pony isn't inconspicuous." "Neither is a grown man in a clown wig. You'll be fine." Bill rubbed his temples. "No balloon swords. I got stabbed last time." "That's the spirit."