Run: 2026-09-23-01M37PMD7NYD2FCBGNDYQX07BW

Molly spread the blueprints across the hood of the van, pinning one corner with a juice box and the other with Bill's elbow. The blueprints were a crayon drawing she had lifted from the Hendersons' refrigerator, but the kid had a surprising grasp of perspective. "Bouncy castle's our entry point. Nobody suspects the bouncy castle," she said. Bill studied the drawing with the intensity of a man defusing a bomb. He had once spent six years planning a museum job and still gotten stuck in a revolving door. Tonight, the stakes were higher. Tonight, there would be a clown. "What about the clown?" he asked. Molly produced a photo of Mister Giggles, circled three times in marker. Word on the street said he'd done time. Word on the street also said he could make a balloon giraffe in under four seconds, which Molly found more concerning. Bill would pose as a late-arriving uncle. Molly would handle the piñata as a diversion. The presents, stacked like a glittering fortress beside the cake table, would vanish into a laundry cart before anyone finished the second verse of the birthday song. Bill nodded, then raised a hand. "Do we at least get cake?"