Run: 2026-09-24-01M39VFGWBE9PD8273VCDT8A71

Molly unrolled the crayon blueprint across the diner table, weighing one corner with a coffee mug and the other with a stolen salt shaker. Bill leaned in, chewing his toothpick with the gravity of a man reviewing bank schematics. "The Henderson kid's seventh birthday. Saturday, two PM. Thirty-seven presents, minimum," she announced. Bill whistled. "Grandparents. Four sets. The kid's a Fortune 500 company. Security's one Hawaiian-shirt dad." Bill studied the drawing. "What about the bouncy castle?" "Perimeter feature. We enter via ball pit." Bill shuddered. "I hate ball pits. Land-based oceans full of landmines." "You take the pinata. Pony's mine." Bill blinked. "There's a pony?" "Buttercup. I did recon." She patted her stomach. "I ate four slices of cake. Nobody blinked." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Nobody ever plans for the clown." Molly grinned. "Gregory does balloon animals." "Clowns are chaos! You can't plan around a guy making giraffes from balloons!" She tossed him a tiny party hat. "Wear this. Blend in." Bill stared at the cone of cardboard doom. "This covers nothing, Molly." "It covers everything." Bill put the hat on. It looked magnificent, which somehow made everything worse. Molly raised her coffee mug in a toast to crime.