Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TSV90QBEM0F69978ZMJMB

Molly pinned the crayon-drawn map to the wall and stepped back, squinting at the crooked rectangles labeled "PRESENTS" in her friend Timmy's lopsided handwriting. "The presents get stacked by the cake table," she said. "We move when they do the piñata." "And if the piñata is empty before we're ready?" Bill frowned. "Then you take the hit. You're wearing a padded vest anyway." Bill tugged at his floral shirt. "I said this was a party shirt, not armor." "Same thing at a kids' party." Molly traced a route toward the back door. "I handle the wrapping table. You grab the gift bags." "What about the clown? Timmy's dad hired a clown." "The clown is your concern. I've done my part." "Your part is just taking presents. Mine involves a clown." "Exactly. You're braver." She slid the map into her pocket and tossed him a balloon animal they'd fashioned as camouflage. Bill caught it against his chest and sighed. "One question," he said. "What's our exit story if we get caught?" Molly paused at the door and grinned. "We're divorced cousins fighting over custody of a cake."