Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8RR2NC6B3MEXW9D8HQXGQ

Rain tapped the awning of the cramped delivery van as Molly squinted through binoculars at the bouncy castle shimmering under a disco ball. “You said this was a *low-risk* job, Bill.” “It is. They’re six. What’re they gonna do, throw a juice box at us?” “They’ve got a piñata that looks like a dragon. That thing could blind you with candy corn.” Bill tugged on a ski mask three sizes too big. “We go in during the limbo contest. When their heads are low, ours are high. Simple.” “Simple? My cousin Greg tried a yogurt cup heist at a daycare and got subdued by a toddler with a sticky hand.” “That was Greg. We’re professionals.” “With stolen clown wigs and party hats?” “Distractions enhance believability. I *am* Uncle Bob from Saskatoon. You’re Aunt Marge with the contagious laugh.” “Which, by the way, I don’t have.” “You’ll figure it out. We grab the loot pile near the cake, duck behind the slide, vanish into the sprinkler zone.” “And if someone recognizes us?” “Everyone’s crying by minute twenty. No one sees anything.” “I still think stealing from kids is morally questionable.” “I donated to a charity last week.” “Which one?” “The Parking Ticket Debt Relief Fund.” “That’s not a charity!” “It should be. Now, do we look like loving relatives ready to sing the Alphabet Song?” Molly sighed. “We look like felons at a puppet show.” “Exactly. Showtime.”