Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6HM46MGYKS7VNHPQ20KH5

Molly unfolded the party flyer on the dashboard of the stolen ice-cream van. The van smelled of strawberry syrup and regret, and its engine ticked like a nervous clock. Outside, a bouncy castle wheezed in the breeze while a cluster of seven-year-olds shrieked with the kind of joy that made Bill's eye twitch. He adjusted his gorilla mask and checked the pigeon tucked inside his jacket. The pigeon glared back, unimpressed. Molly tapped the flyer and traced the dining room window with her fingernail. "Target is Timmy Wexler's seventh birthday," she said. "We hit during the magic show." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Why are we dressed as entertainers?" "The clown quit after the bouncy castle incident. You're the magician. I'm the balloon lady. Presents will be in the dining room, stacked like Lego." Molly pulled a cake knife from her boot and tested the edge against her thumb. She explained that the window had a safety latch, so Bill would distract the children with the dove while she jimmied the latch. Bill pointed out that his dove was a pigeon from the park and it bit. Molly said biting was on-brand. She laid out the timeline in a low voice: two o'clock magic show, two fifteen she drifts to the presents, two twenty Bill makes the pigeon disappear into the ceiling vent, two thirty they eat cake and steal a bicycle. Molly slid the flyer into the glove compartment, which was stuffed with stale receipts, a rubber chicken, and three different disguises. Bill adjusted the pigeon's tiny collar and whispered a threat about the ceiling vent. The van's radio crackled with a commercial for a party supply store. Bill sighed, the sound muffled by synthetic fur. "This is the least lucrative heist we've ever done." "Don't forget the gift cards," Molly said. "Grandma always brings gift cards. And the goody bags have tiny plastic trumpets." "The trumpets are worthless." "Not to a deaf man. The real score is the piñata. It's shaped like a treasure chest. Filled with full-size candy bars. Five kilos of nougat." Bill perked up. "Five kilos? Why didn't you lead with that?" "I did. You were adjusting your gorilla mask." Molly checked the van's mirror and continued. She warned him that Mrs. Wexler was a former marine who would tackle him if he touched the cake before the song. So they would wait for the chorus of Happy Birthday, cut the power with the remote, and grab the presents and piñata in the darkness. Bill held up a finger and asked how they knew which wrapped presents were good. Molly said they took them all, it was a smash and grab, not a book club. She told him to check his dove. Bill opened his jacket. The pigeon cooed angrily. "He's not happy," Bill said. "Tell him to think of the candy bars. Let's go steal some joy."