Run: 2026-09-10-01M25DYR1YRZ8VRZ063QAMAV78

Molly wiped fog off the van window and studied the bouncy castle wobbling outside Party Palace. Inside, thirty children screamed beneath a banner reading Happy Birthday, Timmy. Bill adjusted a clown wig that made him look like a depressed chrysanthemum. The gift table glittered with loot near the cake. A piñata hung nearby. "We are not going in as clowns," Molly said. "Last time your balloon poodle bit a child." "That poodle was anatomically correct. Kids appreciate craftsmanship." "Kids appreciate therapy. Presents are stacked near the cake. We grab and go before Pin the Tail ends." "And the parents?" "Distracted by a terrible magician. He made a rabbit disappear, then asked if anyone saw a rabbit." Bill nodded, checking the lot. A mother carried in a tower of superhero presents. A teenager in a cape spilled glitter. No one noticed. "I'll be the birthday clown. You be the concerned aunt with a migraine." "I'm always the concerned aunt. Why can't I be the magician?" "Because you sawed a man in half once and forgot to put him back together." Molly pulled a napkin map from her pocket. It was drawn in ketchup and labeled exit, maybe. Bill checked his dinosaur watch. The magician's assistant tripped over a cooler. Parents discussed preschool admissions. "Target confirmed. Twenty-seven boxes. One envelope taped to the big one. Probably cash from Grandma." "Grandma cash is untraceable. I like it." "We are not stealing from Grandma. We are stealing from Timmy. Timmy has no lawyer." Bill cracked the van door. The bouncy castle hummed. A father argued with a clown about liability waivers. Somewhere a kazoo played the same three notes like a tiny emergency siren. "Rules of engagement. No hurting kids. No making any child cry unless it's from our own incompetence." "And if the magician asks for a volunteer, we do not volunteer each other. Again." "He turned you into a chicken for forty minutes." Bill sighed and handed her a diaper bag. Molly unzipped it. It was full of tiny umbrellas. Bill put on a clown nose. "Okay. I'll create a diversion: I'll start a conga line. You hit the presents. Use the empty diaper bag." "It's not empty. There's a sandwich." "Then use the other bag. The one labeled Emotional Support Snacks." "It's full of tiny umbrellas." Outside, a toddler in a cape was licking the bouncy castle's inflation fan. The magician produced a dove, then looked genuinely surprised to find it in his sleeve. "Who wants to see a dove become a slightly different dove?" "One more thing. If this goes wrong, I'm blaming the children." "If this goes right, I'm blaming you." A door banged open. The magician bowed. Molly tightened her ponytail and cracked her knuckles. Bill grinned. They stepped out into the sunshine. The party roared on, oblivious. The gift table waited like a birthday cake with a fuse. Somewhere a piñata swayed. Somewhere a parent yelled about allergies. Nobody listened. Molly smiled. "Let's go steal Timmy's childhood."