Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTZ95DZ539GXK7NFY9G2FR9

Molly tightened her shoelaces and stared at the inflatable castle. Bill, why are there forty toddlers guarding the loot? It is a bouncy house massacre waiting to happen, Molly. Do you have the glitter-bomb distractors? I do, but the clowns are staring at us. Since when do clowns carry tasers? Ignore the clowns, Bill. Just focus on the pile of velvet-wrapped boxes behind the cake. That cake is shaped like a dragon! It looks hostile. Stop worrying about the dragon and start worrying about the getaway tricycle. You promised me a proper van, Molly. The tricycle was affordable, and it fits our diminutive stature for the stealth portion. Stealth? We are two adults wearing oversized party hats in a sea of screaming children. Precisely. We blend in as eccentric relatives from the estranged side of the family. If I get tackled by a toddler in a tutu, I am retiring from this life. Grab the golden train set under the table and move fast. On three? One, two, three. Wait, did that kid just bite my ankle? Run, Bill, run like the wind! Is the tricycle even motorized? No, pedal faster!