Run: 2026-10-06-01M48VY8CP7ZN29K9Y9NDQC4SP

Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Three o'clock, Saturday, Chuck E. Cheese. Fifty kids, unlimited pizza, and a gift table the size of a small aircraft carrier." Bill squinted at the paper. "You want us to rob children?" "We're not robbing children. We're robbing parents. The children are just... collateral ambiance." "There's a bounce house." "Exactly. Distraction." Bill tapped the invitation. "What's our angle? I'm not dressing as a clown. I have a face for radio." "You're the magician. I saw you make a quarter disappear in 2019. The kid cried, but still." "I was drunk." "Artistic temperament. I'll be the face painter. I can do a butterfly. I practiced on my neighbor's dog." "That dog is still traumatized." "We go in at 2:45. I create a diversion with glitter—biological hazard, clears the room. You hit the gift table while the parents are screaming about eye safety." "And if a child recognizes me?" "You're 'Mr. Bill.' It's perfect. No one suspects Mr. Bill." Bill stood, pacing. "This is the dumbest thing we've ever done." "It's the dumbest thing we've ever done," Molly agreed, "which means it's probably going to work." "That's not how statistics work." "That's exactly how our statistics work."