Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ026KKC1JMSBQJXYVHVNQND

"So, the entry point is the bouncy castle," Molly whispered. "Absolutely not. The structural integrity of a bouncy castle is compromised by a slight breeze, let alone my knees," Bill replied. "It's a tactical inflatable! You scale the side, execute a combat roll off the pinnacle, and land silently in the bushes by the gift table." "Or I puncture it, get trapped in a vinyl canyon, and a seven-year-old named Timmy beats me with a foam sword." "Fine. We go through the side gate. What about the guard dog?" "It's a pug, Molly." "Pugs are fiercely territorial!" "It can barely breathe, let alone mount an offensive. The real obstacle is the clown." "Right. We neutralize the clown." "I'm not fighting a clown." "We distract him with a balloon animal request. A complex one. A flamingo riding a unicycle. That buys you four minutes minimum." "What if he's a quick twister?" "Then we improvise! Grab the Lego sets, ignore the cheap goodie bags, and rendezvous at the minivan." "I still say the bouncy castle was a better exit." "The bouncy castle is a death trap, Bill. Stick to the plan. In and out before they cut the cake."