Run: 2026-10-09-01M4FYF0ERR44YTNQC1XDBDDBR

Molly tapped the blueprint of the Henderson mansion with a pencil. "Third floor, east wing. That's where the party is. Forty kids, one bouncy castle, and a mountain of presents stacked by the grand piano." Bill squinted at the paper, then at the rope ladder in his hands. "Why are we robbing a birthday party, Molly? Couldn't we just rob a bank like normal people?" "Banks have guards. Banks have vaults. Children's parties have a clown named Doodles who falls asleep by eight o'clock." She slid a sheet across the table. "And nobody reports stolen toys. Their parents are too busy saying the gift was 'from Grandma.'" "Still feels wrong. What if a kid cries?" "Then we give him a balloon animal and tell him the robbers were very sorry." Molly smirked. "Besides, I've already planned the distraction. Sugar rush at nine. A piñata full of glitter bombs. Twelve minutes of chaos." Bill whistled. "Glitter bombs. You're evil." "I'm efficient. Now, the presents. We want the big ones, the shiny ones, anything with a bow the size of a hubcap." "What about that enormous box wrapped in purple paper? It's been rattling since we got here." Molly leaned in. "That's a pony. Or a very confused hamster. Either way, it's coming with us." "How do we carry a pony down three flights of stairs?" "Very carefully, Bill. Very, very carefully." She tapped the ladder. "We go out the window, down the trellis, and into the getaway van. Gerald is already idling in the driveway with the engine running." "Gerald drove the last getaway into a hot tub." "Gerald has improved. He's been practicing with a traffic cone." Molly checked her watch. "Okay. Costumes." Bill groaned, pulling a fuzzy yellow suit from a duffel bag. "I'm going as a giant chicken?" "You're going as the party's unlicensed magician. Nobody questions a man in a sequined cape." She tossed him a top hat. "And don't forget the fake mustache." "It itches." "Everything itches when you're a criminal, Bill. Now put on the chicken." Bill sighed and wriggled into the costume. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you." "If we get caught," Molly said, grabbing her sack, "you'll be too busy explaining the pony." They slipped out into the night, rope ladder swinging, toward a house full of balloons, cake, and very unguarded gifts.