Run: 2026-09-23-01M37PHST1WB90VNYBYP1JT6MW

"The Hendersons' kid turns seven Saturday," Molly said, unrolling a crayon map. "Forty guests. Forty presents." "Why is the map in crayon?" "I stole it from the kid. Authenticity, Bill." "Right. So how do we get in?" "We go as entertainment. I'm a magician. You're a clown." "Why am I the clown?" "Because you already own the shoes." "Those are orthopedic, Molly." "They're big and sad. Kids love big and sad. Now, while I pull a rabbit out of a hat, you load the presents into the van." "We don't have a rabbit." "We have a hamster. Nobody's counting ears." "And if someone notices forty presents vanishing?" "It's a magic show, Bill. That's the trick. They'll applaud." "What about the mums? Party mums are terrifying. They've got juice boxes and no mercy." "Distraction. You'll make balloon animals." "I can only make a snake." "Then you'll make forty snakes, slowly, with great confidence." "What's our getaway?" "The bouncy castle. We deflate it, hide inside, and roll." "That's not a plan. That's a nightmare with a pump." "Bill, every great heist starts as a nightmare." Bill sighed and adjusted his enormous shoes. "Does it end with prison?" "Only the bad ones. Pack the hamster."