Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ039P9T80X4717X1F9KHQ1W

Molly adjusted her night vision goggles and frowned at the bouncy castle sagging in the suburban twilight. A mariachi band blared from the garage. "You're telling me the loot is inside a purple dragon?" Bill checked his clipboard, nodding solemnly while a donkey piñata swung ominously behind him. "The birthday boy's mother went full Kardashian. There's six hundred dollars in STEM toys alone." "And the getaway vehicle?" "Stolen ice cream truck. I painted 'Sad Clown Rentals' on the side." Molly stared at him in absolute horror. "We said inconspicuous." "We said memorable." Bill handed her a balloon animal shaped like a crowbar. "The target is distracted by the magician at four. We slip through the side gate, blend with the screaming horde, and grab the gift table." "What about the parents?" "One's doing tequila shots by the pool. The other's crying in the minivan." Bill strapped a juice box to his utility belt and tightened his rainbow suspenders. "If anyone asks, we're the gluten-free caterers." Molly sighed, tucking the balloon crowbar into her tactical vest. "I miss robbing banks." "Relax," Bill grinned, popping a bubblegum bubble. "How hard can a room full of toddlers be?" A piercing shriek erupted from the dragon as a child vomited cotton candy. "Famous last words," Molly muttered, drawing her silenced party horn and aiming it toward the inflatable fortress.