Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KD1496Z17MS61JWQCJ6MK1

Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the sticky diner table and tapped a frosting-smeared corner. Bill leaned in, squinting at the balloon-shaped X marking the bouncy castle. Outside, rain streaked the window, but inside his coat pocket he felt the familiar weight of a gift bag guillotine. He bit the end of a licorice whip and nodded slowly. "Cut the piñata string?" he asked. "Too loud. The ball pit." Bill smiled and folded the map into a paper crown. She had a point; the parents would be too busy managing sugar highs and musical chairs to notice two extra party clowns slipping past the snack table. The real trick was getting back out before the birthday boy unwrapped his shiny new bicycle, because the moment that wrapping paper tore, every adult would be watching. They ordered two coffees and studied the exit route past the face-painting station. Molly pocketed a handful of sugar packets and drew a second path through the gift table. "So we go in as clowns?" "No, as gift wrappers, obviously." Molly dropped a five-dollar bill on the table and grinned. Outside, a birthday clown sneezed into his elbow beside a rusted van. The heist was on.