Run: 2026-09-23-01M36SBZW7H8S5X3629QSB2E6K

Molly unfolded the blueprints across the trunk. "Okay, here's the layout. Balloon arch at the main entrance, bouncy castle in the backyard, and the presents are right there by the cake table." Bill squinted. "How many presents are we talking about?" "At least thirty. Parents go crazy for seven-year-olds." "Beautiful. What about security?" "Two dads who think they're funny and a clown named Chuckles." "A clown?" "Relax, he's sixty and his arthritis is killing him. His patter is mostly about his hip replacement." Bill rubbed his chin. "What's the play?" "Simple. I distract Chuckles with conversation about his hip. You loop around the bouncy castle, slip through the hedge, and start loading presents into the duffels." "And the kids?" "We bring cupcakes. Kids go where cupcakes go. I scatter them near the slide and that clears the present table completely." Bill stared at her. "We're stealing from children using cupcakes." "It's counterbalanced by the memory of the party. They won't even notice." "What if one of the dads tries to help Chuckles?" "Then I engage in conversation about fantasy football and you'll have an extra three hours."