Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ86K479TFH44M7XQRQC5NP

Molly perched inside a sagging bouncy castle like a disgruntled bird, squinting as Bill flailed with a fake mustache and a sparkler stick. The party balloon arch he’d been “assigned to monitor” trembled from his overzealous antics, releasing a dozen squirmy latex orbs that smacked against the ceiling like drunk partygoers. Bill, dressed as a magician complete with a sequined vest and a hat suspiciously askew, attempted to “read” the room by shouting, “Pick-a-card-and-I’ll-throw-it-into-the-cake,” which resulted in a toddler flinging frosting at him. He dodged, then miscalculated his weight distribution on a half-inflated moonwalk, which collapsed with a thud that sent a jellyfish Piñata swinging. Molly bit her lip. *Step one: remain inconspicuous. Bill: step on the trigger for the earthquake machine now?* She gestured furiously for him to stop. “*Wait* for the cake, Bill,” she whispered later, as he rigged a disco ball to spin wildly. “That’s the distraction.” Bill waved a balloon like a sword. “But what if they get bored? I’ve got *extras.”* When the host arrived bearing a neon-green cupcake tower, Molly herded him toward Bill’s “disco tornado” while snatching plush toys from gift bags. Meanwhile, Bill, now trapped in a hamster ball from the “Magic Show” he volunteered for, rolled into a wall, sending wrapping paper flying. By midnight, they’d spirited away every present—though Molly had to untangle two screaming girls from a tinsel-covered bouncy slide first. As they fled down the driveway, Bill clutching a rogue plush dragon, Molly noted the dragon’s beady eye was missing. “Probably swallowed it,” Bill said, still yelling. Molly sighed. *Next time*, she thought, *I’m just robbing banks.*