Run: 2026-09-24-01M39W3SN0VBNQM3R35C9BDWFJ

Molly had cased a dozen banks, two museums, and one aggressively guarded Fabergé egg, but nothing had prepared her for the security of a children's birthday party. The community center bristled with threats: a bouncy castle perimeter, a clown on lookout, and a piñata that swung like a pendulum of doom. Bill studied the floor plan she'd sketched on a Denny's napkin. The presents sat in a glittery corner pile, guarded by a six-year-old named Timmy who had already bitten two adults today. Molly had chosen Bill for the job because he was small, and because she'd already paid for the pirate costume. "The bouncy castle is the only way in," she said. "Why me?" "Because you're small." Bill stared at the outfit: striped shirt, eyepatch, plastic sword. His dignity had died at the party store. The payout was real: forty presents, easily fenced, and Molly had promised him half. He checked the exits. The fire door stuck. The windows were smeared with finger paint. The getaway vehicle was her minivan, which had a car seat. "This is insane," he whispered. "We move at nap time." Bill put on the eyepatch and prayed nobody would ask him to say arr.