Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TFYT450GJJ9F7MMQTVH4K

Molly slapped a hand-drawn diagram onto the van's hood and smoothed the curling edges. Bill leaned forward and squinted at the crude backyard sketch, complete with stick-figure children and a lopsided bouncy castle. She tapped the far corner of the blueprint carefully with one gloved finger. "Target is a seven-year-old's birthday party. Backyard setting. Forty-two presents, no real security." "What's the biggest prize?" Bill asked, rubbing his hands together with visible greed. "One suspiciously large box I'm betting is an iPad. Desperate grandparents, clearly." Molly shrugged and traced a dotted line along the map. "An iPad at a toddler's party? Bold parents." "We enter through the side fence during the piñata chaos. Kids scatter, parents panic, and nobody watches the loot table. Total distraction." She looked very pleased with herself. "What about the parents?" "Plenty of juice boxes to spike with chamomile drops. Nothing lethal. Very ethical." She produced two juice boxes and dangled them between her fingers like trophies. Bill narrowed his eyes. "You said ethical about the clown gig too." "That was tactical brilliance. Focus." She tossed him a duffel bag. "Operation Gift Grab launches Saturday at noon sharp. Don't be late." Bill caught it and sighed wearily.