Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7VPQQ6ES16CDX9TEFM5FB

Molly tugged a glittery banner over her face, her voice muffled. "Bill, the target’s a bounce house. You’re telling me you’re *terrified* of a inflatable." Bill adjusted his pirate hat, which kept slipping over his eyes. "It’s not the bounce house. It’s the *contents*. You think you can crack a vault guarded by ten-year-olds with candy canes? One of them might have a *real* sword. I read they’re into Pokémon now. You mess with their presents, they’ll *evolve*." Molly yanked the banner down, revealing a skeptical eyebrow. "Relax. The parents hired ‘Clown Vince’ to hide the gifts under a piñata. Classic mistake. Overcompensating for their own boring lives." "Clown Vince?" Bill shuddered. "That guy’s a *legend*. Last year he ‘accidentally’ dyed a kid’s hair blue. The mom *still* sends him birthday cards. How do we even approach this without getting tricked into blowing up a balloon animal?" "Simple. Disguise." Molly held up a My Little Pony duffel bag. "We dress as, uh… what’s the fancy word? *Costumed entertainers*." Bill peered into the bag. "Molly, this isn’t a disguise. This is a *costume bin*. Where’s the tactical gear? The *tools*? I’m not climbing into a bounce house dressed like a… a *pony*!" "Bill, it’s *purple*. Blend in. You’ll be a unicorn. Everyone loves unicorns. Even Clown Vince." "Unicorns are *girls’* costumes!" "Wrong. You’re a *villain*. The ponies need a antagonist to sell the drama. You’ll be ‘Shadow Sparkles.’" Bill groaned. "I’m going to die. I can already hear the questions. *‘ Uncle Bill, why’s your mustache shaking?’* *‘Aren’t you supposed to be nice?’*" Molly smirked. "Just stick to the script. When the kids scream, we grab the piñata. When the parents panic, we vanish into the cupcake table. Easy." "Easy? *Easy?!* What if they *recognize* me? I once donated a *kid’s library* to that school. They’ll think I’m here for *storytime*!" "Then you’ll tell them a *different* story. One where the piñata’s the hero. One where *we* get away with all the LEGOs." Bill sighed, adjusting his sequined tunic. "Legos. Of all things. You know what my mom’s going to build with these, right?" "Sure. A shrine to your face. Now *hurry*. The party starts in ten minutes. And try not to trip over your own tail."