Run: 2026-09-23-01M37PG8PABNGSXJV27A9E4571

Molly unrolled the blueprint across the hood of the getaway van, weighing its corners down with two stolen party hats. It was drawn in purple crayon. "Where did you get this?" she asked. "Tyler's cousin. Cost me three gummy worms and a sticker." Bill tapped a lopsided rectangle labeled BOUNSY CASTL. His fake clown nose honked softly. "Presents are on the table by the cake," Molly said. "We strike during Pass the Parcel." "Why then?" "Nobody watches anything during Pass the Parcel. Parents film, kids scream. Total chaos." Bill nodded gravely. "My role?" "You're Bongo the Clown. Make balloon animals until I signal." "I can only make swords." "Then make swords. Kids love swords." "What's the signal?" "I'll yell, 'Happy birthday, Tyler!'" "Everyone yells that." Molly frowned at the crayon map. Somewhere down the street, a car alarm chirped. "Fine. I'll sneeze twice." Bill adjusted his rainbow wig, which slid sideways over one eye. He pushed it back with the quiet dignity of a man who had once robbed a moving train. "And if we're caught?" "We run. Toddlers can't catch us." "Tyler's turning nine. Some of them are enormous." Molly stared at him for a long moment, then unwrapped a jumbo lollipop from her pocket. "Then we run faster."