Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DJ5Y6EA7ACSFY04WBZY22

The van smelled like old sandwiches and new felony. Rain tapped the roof. Molly had drawn the party layout on a napkin, though the napkin was mostly ketchup. Bill practiced his coin trick and dropped the coin twice. In the backyard, a clown honked a horn. Three goats chewed a fence. A rabbit stared at the van with the cold patience of a security guard. Molly lowered the binoculars and watched the pirate flag flap over a bouncy castle shaped like a galleon. Bill checked the mirror and adjusted his fake mustache. "Bill, target confirmed. Seven-year-old's birthday. Thirty kids, two exhausted parents, one clown, and a piñata that looks dangerous." "Dangerous how?" "It's shaped like a shark. Someone filled it with rocks." "And the presents?" "Dining room. A mountain of boxes. We go in as party entertainers, grab everything, and leave before cake." "Entertainers? Molly, my magic act is one coin trick. It disappears, then reappears. Usually in my ear." "Perfect." "No, kids hate ear coins. Last time, a four-year-old called me a disappointment and threw a juice box." "Then we'll say you're a mime." "I talk." "A talking mime." Bill sighed. "What about the clown?" "You challenge him to a balloon animal duel. I slip inside." "And the parents?" "I brought costumes. You're a giant teddy bear. I'm a pizza delivery guy." "Why am I always the bear?" "Shoulders." "That's not a compliment. That's a furniture review." Molly checked her watch. "We have ten minutes. The clown's van blocks the alley. We go through the back gate, past the petting zoo." "There's a petting zoo?" "Three goats and a rabbit. The rabbit is security. It bites." "Now, presents. I count twenty boxes. One is shaped like a drum. We leave the drum." "Why?" "Because it's a drum. Parents will hear it. No soundtrack." Bill nodded. "Gift bags?" "We take those too. No cards. Cards are evidence." "You're very calm about robbing a child." "Bill, I prefer aggressive gift redistribution." "Focus. You get the clown. I get the presents. We meet at the van. If anyone asks, we're from Party Pandemonium." "Molly and Bill's Party Pandemonium." "That sounds like we cause the pandemonium." Bill looked out the window. "Wait. The clown just pulled a rabbit from his hat. Same rabbit from the petting zoo." "So it's trained. It will remember our faces." "Rabbits don't remember faces." "This one is looking at me right now." "Don't make eye contact." "Too late. It's nodding." Molly groaned. "Fine. New plan. We wait for cake. Everyone sings. We grab presents. If the rabbit comes, you distract it." "The coin trick." "Then use the bear costume." Bill stared. "I hate that this is our best plan." "Welcome to heisting, Bill. It's mostly children and regret." A goat bleated. The clown tripped over a hose. The rabbit kept staring. Bill put on the bear head. Molly grinned. They waited. The singing started. Then the screaming started. But that was just the piñata breaking early. Perfect timing.