Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KC8KSD1P4W9ZJMV1CFXS61

Molly adjusted the binoculars and sighed. "Okay, run it by me again. Why exactly are we hitting a six-year-old's birthday party?" Bill, sprawled in the driver's seat with a half-eaten bag of gummy worms, shrugged. "Because that's where the money is, Moll. Haven't you heard? Kids are loaded." "They're loaded with juice boxes and parental disappointment, Bill." "Wrong. They're loaded with gifts. And gifts can be returned. Receipts are optional if you're charming and have a ski mask." Molly lowered the binoculars. "You want to charm a Target employee with a ski mask on?" "No, that's the beauty. We don't return them. We sell them online. 'Unopened, gently adored.' Huge market for that." "Gently adored? It's a pile of Paw Patrol merchandise." "Exactly. Timmy's mom spent four hundred bucks on a bounce house and a cake shaped like a dinosaur. You think that cake is cheap?" "Are we stealing the cake too?" Bill paused. "I mean, if it's a dinosaur cake, that's a collectible. There's a guy in Scranton who pays top dollar for fossils." Molly rubbed her temples. "Let's get back to basics. We're breaking into a party. There are children. There are parents. There's a guy in a unicorn costume." "Not a costume. A professional entertainer. I checked his Yelp. Five stars. He's the real threat." "Five stars? So he's dangerous?" "He does balloon animals, Moll. You know what that means? He's got a pump. And he knows how to use it." "Bill, we have a crowbar." "Crowbar versus pump? That's a fair fight. But he's also got a birthday sword. The cardboard kind. It's reinforced." Molly put her head in her hands. "This is the worst plan we've ever had. And last month you tried to steal a man's prosthetic leg." "That was a misunderstanding. He said 'leg day' and I panicked." "Okay. Let's just go over the timing. The party is from two to four. We hit at three-forty-five, when the kids are sugared out and the parents are crying in the corner. We slip in through the side gate, grab the present table, and exit through the hedge." "The hedge is booby-trapped." "It's a row of bushes, Bill." "There's a sprinkler system. I saw it. It's on a timer. You get wet, you scream, the unicorn guy comes running with his pump." "Then we go through the kitchen." "Kitchen has the mom. She's got a wine glass and a death stare. I've seen her at the PTA meetings. She's not afraid to use the wine glass." Molly sighed. "So where do we go?" Bill smiled and held up a crumpled flyer. "The bounce house. We crawl through the inflatable castle's maintenance flap, tunnel under the party, and pop up right next to the present table. It's brilliant." "You want to break into a children's party by sneaking through a bounce house." "It's a strategic insertion." "And what if a kid jumps on us?" "We're in a bouncy castle. Everything is a negotiation." Molly stared at him for a long moment. "You know what? Fine. But we're wearing helmets." "Agreed." "And we're not stealing the cake." Bill pouted. "Fine. But the unicorn guy's pump? That's mine."