Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G00PCWP7NAJN6K22AKBE39

Molly slid the blueprints across the sticky diner table and tapped the sketch of a bouncy castle. "Right. Here's the plan. We go in through the back window, past the cake table, and straight into the present room." Bill squinted at the paper, then at his coffee, then at the paper again. "Molly, that's a picture of a bouncy castle." "It's the shape of the house, Bill. Mrs. Dunmore rented it for the afternoon, so the walls are basically inflatable now." "Inflatable walls. Great. Very professional." "Focus. Twelve presents, all wrapped in glittery paper. Blue ribbon on the big one. That's the pony." "Why do we need a pony?" "We don't need a pony, Bill. We need the stuff around the pony. Scooters, a remote-control dinosaur, one of those drones that won't stop beeping." Bill pulled a black ski mask from his coat pocket and held it up. "I brought the disguises." Molly stared at it. "That's a mask with eyeholes shaped like cartoon hearts." "My niece gave it to me. She said it was spooky." "It's a children's party, Bill. You're going to look like a very confused unicorn." "Fine. Then you wear the fake mustache." "That mustache is glued to a fridge magnet." "It worked on the bank manager." "The bank manager was asleep." Bill leaned back and grinned. "Okay, okay. What about the lookout?" "That's you. You stand by the front door and whistle if a parent approaches." "What if a parent asks me what I'm doing?" "Tell them you're the clown." "I don't have clown shoes." "You have enormous feet, Bill. Nobody will question it." He sighed and wrote something on a napkin. "Alright. So we sneak in, grab the presents, and leave?" "Exactly. Quick, quiet, professional." At that moment, a small voice piped up from the next booth. "Excuse me, are you the robbers from the party?" Both of them froze. A little girl in a purple tutu was peeking over the seat, holding a juice box. "My mom said if the robbers come, I should tell them the presents are already opened." Molly blinked. "Are they?" "Yeah. Mostly by me." Bill slowly lowered his mask. "Well. That's disappointing." Molly groaned and buried her face in the blueprints. "Plan B, Bill. We go for cake."