Run: 2026-10-09-01M4G0F1X8D2DBC6AYKAB5KJ7T

Molly tapped the blueprint of the Hendricks mansion with a pencil. "Third floor, east wing. The party room. That's where the gifts are stacked." Bill squinted at the paper, then at the tiny sketch of a bouncy castle in the corner. "Molly, why is there a bouncy castle on the blueprint?" "Because the Hendricks kid is turning seven, and apparently seven-year-olds need a bouncy castle in a house that already has a bowling alley." She flipped the page. "Focus. Security is two retired wrestlers and a clown." "A clown? Molly, I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns. That's why nobody checks them." She slid a rubber clown nose across the table. "Put this on. You're the new entertainer, Bouncy Bill." Bill pushed the nose away. "I'm not wearing a nose. Nobody's going to believe a grown man with a nose is entertaining." "Half the parents at that party are drunk on mimosas. They'll believe anything." She tapped the plan again. "Now, the presents. We're taking everything with a bow on it. No exceptions." "What about the pile by the fireplace? It's enormous. Looks like a small mountain of wrapping paper." "Those are the expensive ones. Stack them on the dolly, and wheel them out past the cake table." "And if someone asks what we're doing?" "We say we're taking them to the car so the birthday girl doesn't get too many toys and throw a tantrum. Parents love that. They'll thank us." Bill scratched his head. "Molly, that's the worst lie I've ever heard. And I once told a bank manager I was his long-lost nephew." "And he gave you a loan." "He did, and I still owe him forty thousand dollars." She waved a hand dismissively. "Details. Listen, the window on the east side sticks. You'll need to jiggle the latch like this." She demonstrated with a wiggle of her fingers. "That looks like a dance move." "It's a lock-picking technique, Bill. Stop dancing and pay attention." "I'm not dancing, I'm concentrating." "You're doing the chicken dance." Bill stopped flapping his elbows. "Fine. And what happens when the kid's grandmother catches us?" Molly grinned and pulled a tiny pink tiara from her pocket. "We put this on and tell her we're the princess's royal guards. Nobody argues with a grandmother in a tiara." "You are terrifying." "Thank you. Now grab the dolly. Party starts at two, and we've got a birthday to ruin."