Run: 2026-09-23-01M36VTZZD3NP7BPW68H2CCBR0

Molly spread the blueprint across the hood of her dusty sedan in the apartment parking lot, smoothing out a stale coffee stain that had ruined the alleyway entrance label. Bill squinted at it, then tilted his head like a confused golden retriever trying to solve a Rubik's cube for the very first time. "That balcony's only accessible from the side street," she explained, tapping the crumpled paper with a pen that had no ink. He nodded slowly, pulling out a small notebook filled with terrible crayon illustrations he'd made during a reconnaissance visit disguised as an uninvited partygoer. The clown had ignored him completely, too busy modeling balloon animals while children circled like hungry seagulls at a beach. He'd managed to sketch the gift table's exact location and count the number of bedroom windows where nosy parents might peek through curtains during the commotion. The floor plan, despite being drawn in purple crayon, was surprisingly accurate. "We hit during cake time," Molly whispered. "Nobody watches presents when frosting is flying everywhere." Bill grinned, tucking the notebook away and cracking his knuckles, ready to become the world's greatest thief at stealing children's party presents. Neither of them had a plan B.