Run: 2026-09-23-01M36WKGT41XS9XMEGEFF9WH9J

Molly spread the floor plan across the kitchen table and jabbed a manicured finger at the marked entrance. "The back door goes to the garage, and the garage has a door to the living room. Simple." Bill squinted at the map. "What about the parents? Last time we hit a birthday, the dad tackled me into the fondue pot." "The dad won't be an issue. He's allergic to excitement and probably fell asleep by now." Molly pulled out a list of toys. "Twenty-seven wrapped boxes, three bags of party favors, and what appears to be a remote control helicopter still in the box." "That helicopter alone is worth forty bucks." "We are not here to haggle over value, Bill. We are here to execute." She tucked the list into her jacket. "You cover the window. If anyone looks, you distract them by doing something." He blinked. "Something? Like what?" "Entertain them. You are a thief, not a philosopher." Bill shrugged and loaded a duffel bag. "Lead the way."