Run: 2026-09-29-01M3P2DW389Z08Q2ZM110BD4ZH

"Okay, Bill, repeat the plan," Molly whispered. "We sneak into Tommy Pickett's sixth birthday party, grab every present, and leave before the cake." "Why before the cake?" "Because last time you said cake makes me sentimental." "You cried at a graduation we were robbing, Bill." "That tuba solo was beautiful!" "Focus. I'm the clown. You're the bouncy castle inspector." "Nobody inspects bouncy castles, Molly." "Exactly, so nobody will question you. The presents are stacked by the unicorn piñata. When I honk my nose, you grab the bags." "And if a child asks who I am?" "Say you're from the Department of Inflatables." "That's not a real department." "Bill, they're six. They think the moon follows their car." "Fair. What if the parents get suspicious?" "I'll juggle. Nobody suspects a juggler. They're too busy praying I don't drop the knives." "You're juggling knives?" "Butter knives. Mostly." "Molly, this feels wrong." "It's a heist, Bill. It's supposed to feel wrong." "No, I mean the piñata is staring at me." "It's a unicorn, Bill. Get it together." "Its eyes follow me." "Honk incoming. Three, two, one..."