Run: 2026-09-23-01M37NY3DJDY1ZYZDKQWMCJH1B

Molly spread the blueprints across the hood of the getaway car, which was a lime-green minivan with a bumper sticker that read MY CHILD IS AN HONOR STUDENT. The blueprints were, technically, a crayon drawing of the Hendersons' backyard that Molly had obtained by befriending a six-year-old at the park. The six-year-old had charged her two juice boxes and a sticker. Bill squinted at the bouncy castle, rendered in furious purple. "Security?" he asked. "One clown. Possibly armed with balloons." Bill nodded gravely. He had been bitten by a balloon animal once, or at least that was how he told it. The truth involved a poodle-shaped balloon, a static shock, and forty minutes of crying behind a Chuck E. Cheese. The plan was elegant in its simplicity. Molly would pose as a substitute magician. Bill would wait by the gift table disguised as a piñata. When the children began swinging, he would simply roll away with the loot. "What if the little monsters hit me?" "That's why you're wearing the helmet." Bill adjusted the helmet. It was shaped like a donkey. He had never felt more professional in his life. Across town, a clown sensed danger and reached for his balloons.