Run: 2026-09-23-01M37NXME10V3PS1X7VZHN750Q

Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, binoculars pressed to her face, while Bill stood beside her jingling the car keys. "Bill, put the keys away. You're going to give us away." "Give us away? Molly, we're hiding behind a giant purple dinosaur at a seven-year-old's birthday party. I think the keys are the least of our problems." "Fine, but if you jingle those things one more time, I'm feeding them to the clown." "There's a clown?" "There's always a clown, Bill. That's rule number one of party heists. Scope out the clown." Bill peered over the bouncy castle. "He's making a balloon poodle. Okay, so what's the plan? We grab the presents, we run, we fence them to... who exactly? Who buys stolen presents?" "Grandparents who forgot to buy anything. It's a booming market. Now listen. The presents are stacked on the table next to the cake. I'll create a diversion, and you grab them." "Why are you the diversion? Last time you were the diversion, you ended up in a dance-off with a retiree." "That was a casino, Bill. Different venue, different rules. This time I'm going to release the piñata." "Release it? It's not an animal, Molly. It's paper and candy." "It's a donkey, Bill. A paper donkey full of candy, and when I pull that string, children will descend on it like sharks. Chaos. Beautiful, sugary chaos. And while they're fighting over the candy corn, you load the presents into the van." "The van? We brought the van that says 'Free Candy' on the side?" "It's a party van! It's thematic! It blends in!" "It says Free Candy, Molly. At a children's party. That's not blending in, that's a public safety announcement." "Fine. Fine. We'll move the van around back. But the plan stands. Piñata chaos, present grab, gone in ninety seconds." Bill rubbed his chin. "What about the parents?" "What about them?" "There's like twelve of them, and they're all drinking coffee and judging each other. One of them will notice a grown man stuffing a My Little Pony castle into a duffel bag." "That's why you're wearing the caterer's uniform." "I'm wearing a paper hat, Molly. A paper hat does not make me a caterer." "It makes you plausible. Plausible is all we need. Now, is the duffel bag big enough?" "It's enormous. I could fit a golden retriever in this thing." "Great. Okay. On my signal, I release the piñata. You go for the table. Meet at the van in ninety seconds." "What's the signal?" "I'll whistle." "You can't whistle. You've never been able to whistle. At our wedding, you tried to whistle for the car and a pigeon landed on your head." "I've been practicing. It's fine." "Molly." "Bill." "I'm just saying, maybe the signal should be something else." "Fine. The signal is I yell 'Fire!'" "You're going to yell fire at a children's birthday party?" "Okay, the signal is I yell 'Cake time!'" "That's better. That's actually not bad." "Thank you. Now put on your paper hat, Bill. We're going in." Bill adjusted the hat solemnly. "For the record, I think this is our worst plan ever." "You said that about the zoo job." "The flamingo is still in our garage, Molly." "He's family now. Positions, everyone. Cake time in three, two, one—"