Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TBBXA4GW0B3YZCCGQS5K53

Molly crouched behind the Hendersons' hydrangea bush, studying the blueprints she'd sketched on a napkin. The hydrangea itched something fierce. The target: Timmy Henderson's seventh birthday party. The take: fourteen wrapped presents, including, according to her source, a chatty grandmother at the pharmacy, a remote-controlled dinosaur. Bill adjusted his binoculars, which were pointed at a bouncy castle. He'd spent forty minutes practicing his clown walk in the rearview mirror that morning. "We go in as clowns," Molly whispered. "Grab gifts, leave before cake." The plan was airtight. Molly would enter through the kitchen disguised as a balloon artist. Bill would create a diversion near the piñata. The getaway vehicle, a minivan borrowed from Molly's sister, who believed they were attending a christening, would be idling on Maple Street with the sliding door open. Molly checked her watch again. Party started at two. Cake at three. They had sixty minutes, assuming the magician ran long, which magicians always did. "And if the kids cry?" Bill asked. "Then we juggle faster, Bill." Bill pulled on a red foam nose and saluted with a balloon sword. Somewhere inside, children shrieked with joy. Molly cracked her knuckles. The dinosaur would be hers by suppertime.