Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KRKQGHFMGR6P6DMRJ0CJYX

Molly spread the flyer across the kitchen table and tapped the glitter glue with a pen. The invitation to Timmy's Seventh Birthday Extravaganza showed a castle made of cupcakes and a promise of goodie bags for everyone. Bill was already wearing a fake mustache and a plastic badge that said Party Inspector. The plan was simple until it wasn't. She read the details out loud while he tried to eat a cold pizza without getting cheese on the badge. Timmy's house, Saturday four o'clock, bounce house in the backyard, parents out for an hour. Presents on the dining room table. No security except a very tired Labrador named Sir Barks. Bill swallowed and said the mustache was itching. Molly said it was working. He said it was working like a flag that says professional thief inside. She said the whole point was to look official. You walk in, you check the cake for health violations, you pocket the presents while nobody is looking. Bill said the parents were looking. They were always looking. Molly said the parents would be at the bar. The invitation said drop off and dash. He said that was a lie. Parents never dash. Parents hover by the punch bowl with a wet napkin and a spreadsheet of allergies. She said then we use the kids. Kids are excellent distractions. You hand them a sticker, they scream, nobody notices you lifting a glittery unicorn scooter. Bill said it was a scooter. That was a lot to lift. Molly said we take the small stuff. Cards, robots, the Build-A-Dinosaur kits. The scooter stays. He said you said all the presents. She said all the presents that fit in a tote bag. Bill adjusted the badge and said the Labrador was a problem. Molly said Sir Barks was listed as friendly and food motivated. We bring treats. He said we are not bringing treats for a dog we are about to rob. She said we are bringing treats for a dog we are befriending. Big difference. Bill said the difference was approximately zero. Molly said fine, then you handle the dog, I handle the presents. He said I am handling the mustache, the badge, and my dignity. She said dignity is heavy. Leave it in the car. Bill sighed and pointed at the flyer. The party theme was Space Explorers. That meant everyone would be wearing silver helmets. Molly said perfect cover. We wear silver helmets. He said we have no silver helmets. She said we have aluminum foil and two paper plates. Bill said that was a plan he could respect.