Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TXRP1GD6J43A9KQAZG0KB

Bill shuffled the heist notes across the kitchen table while Molly sharpened a credit card against her jeans. The target was clear: a sixth birthday party at the Henderson place, twenty-three wrapped presents sitting in a pile by the back door. Bill spread a crumpled floor plan across the table and tapped it with a pencil while Molly practiced the distraction she would create with a bubble machine. Bill adjusted his fake mustache in a handheld mirror and frowned at it. Molly rolled her eyes and tossed him a more convincing one from her purse. "We hit during piñata time," she said. "Thirty seconds of chaos is all we need." Bill nodded slowly, calculating angles and exit routes like a man who had planned far more legally questionable activities than he cared to admit. He sketched the Henderson backyard layout from memory, the pool, the slide, the gate to Maple Avenue. Molly drew little stars over every gift location she remembered from her undercover reconnaissance, which had involved pretending to be a party rental company. She licked her lips and pulled out an elaborate backup disguise. "Nobody suspects us," Bill muttered. "They'll blame the cat," Molly said. They both grinned.