Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFRY9RYVMVNEBJG6QWBD4Q

Molly and Bill crouched behind the bouncy castle, whispering. The party was in full swing, the music thumped outside now. Molly: I still think the clown is a red herring. Bill: The clown's got a key to the gift vault, I'm sure. Molly: We slip in with the piñata crew, grab the loot when the kids go for cake. Bill: What about the parents? They’ll be watching like hawks. Molly: We’ll distract them with a karaoke machine. Bill: Perfect, I’ll hijack the playlist and blast a solo. Molly: While they’re cringing, we swipe the presents. Bill: And the hidden safe behind the balloon arch? Molly: I’ve got the laser cutter. Bill: Okay, meet at the bouncy castle at three. Molly: And remember, no confetti. Bill: Agreed, confetti is a crime scene. Molly: I'm bringing a collapsible ladder, the back fence is six feet. Bill: And I’ve got a dog to sniff out the hidden treats. Molly: When the cake is cut, we’ll slip the presents into the goody bags. Bill: If anyone asks, we’re the entertainment, here for the magic show. Molly: And if the clown tries to intervene, we’ll use the glitter bomb. Bill: Glitter’s the perfect alibi—it’s everywhere.