Run: 2026-03-12-01KKFNNNYVA34B7PY93S7A0D1C

"You've got the ventilation schematics?" Molly asked, adjusting her tiny ski mask. "Right here." Bill unfurled a crinkled napkin. "The air duct leading to the rec room is six inches wide." "Perfect. I'll go in headfirst. You monitor the comms." She tapped a toy walkie-talkie. "Copy that. Now, about the security system..." "It's a golden retriever named Sprinkles." Bill nodded gravely. "I've prepared a peanut butter distraction." "Good. The targets are located under the inflatable castle. We go in during the 'Chicken Dance.' It's the only time the adults are distracted by communal embarrassment." "What's our extraction route?" "Through the petting zoo. I've acquired a wheelbarrow." Molly patted the contraption beside her, which was painted black and had 'SECRET' taped on the side. "You're a genius." "Also," Bill added, pulling out a rolled-up blueprint, "I've designed a grappling hook made from two pool noodles and excessive amounts of duct tape." Molly stared. "For what possible purpose?" "The trampoline escape. It's non-negotiable." "Fine. But if we're caught, we're just two very lost adults who really love cake." "Agreed." Bill checked his watch. "Party starts in forty minutes. I need to practice my 'I'm a balloon artist' cover identity." "You can't even tie a balloon." "That's why my character is a disgraced, tragic balloon artist seeking redemption." Molly paused. "That might actually work." "Of course it will. No one questions a man with that much emotional baggage and latex gloves."