Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TBA6GJNWZPKY1BRY3TX37W

"Okay, Bill," Molly whispered, unrolling a crayon map of the backyard. "Party starts at two. Bounce house here, clown here, piñata here." "Is the piñata a target?" "The piñata is a distraction. We hit the gift table during musical chairs." "Why musical chairs?" "When the music stops, chaos. Kids screaming, parents filming. Nobody watches the presents." "What's our cover?" "You're the magician." "I don't know any magic." "You made my ex-husband disappear." "He owed you money. That was self-defense. What are you?" "The cake lady. I wheel in the cake, we load presents under the cart." "Getaway vehicle?" "His mom's minivan." "You have keys?" "Copies. Bodega. Don't ask." "Molly, this feels low. Stealing from a six-year-old?" "Six-year-olds have the best stuff, Bill. iPads. Switch consoles. That kid is getting a drone." "A drone?" "A drone." Bill sighed and grabbed his top hat. "Fine. But I get the drone." "You get the drone when I say you get the drone. What's the signal?" "The rabbit sneezes." "You don't own a rabbit." "I'm acquiring one. Every magician needs a rabbit, Molly." "This is why we're behind on rent." "Worth it for the drone." Molly pocketed the crayon map. "Suit up, magic man."