Run: 2026-09-23-01M36SR86AKAH5DCZN2BCCMF5W

Molly stood behind the park bench watching balloons bob over the fence. "Right, that's the birthday party. Bouncy castle, face painting, the whole nightmare." Bill squinted through binoculars. "How many presents are we talking?" "Counted seventeen wrapped boxes from the gift table. Plus two oversized bags." "Two oversized bags?" "The grandparents usually go overboard." "Smart grandkids then." "Listen, here's the plan. You go in dressed as the clown entertainer." "What? No." "The real clown doesn't show till three. We intercept him, take his costume." "And do what? Make balloon animals while I rob seven-year-olds?" "Bill, you'll be perfectly positioned near the gift table. During the magic show, I distract the parents by crying into the punch bowl about my terrible divorce." "Your actual divorce?" "Doesn't matter which one, it's always terrible. While I'm causing a scene, you quietly pack the presents into those oversized bags." "Then what?" "The pinata drops at two-thirty. When it explodes, chaos. Every child loses their mind over candy. We walk out." "Through the front?" "Through the front. Nobody watches a clown carrying bags at a birthday party." Bill lowered the binoculars. "I hate this plan." "You said that about the aquarium job." "That worked." "Exactly."