Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ09AMKDDQZF80Q80XPJN6KV

Molly traced a dusty blueprint on the van's dashboard. "Right, Bill, the bouncy castle is our primary entry point. Distraction is key. I've got the giant rubber chicken." Bill, slumped in a beanbag chair stuffed with stolen cushions, crunched loudly on a stolen bag of chips. "Bouncy castle? Sounds like work. What's the payout? Better be worth my while." "Presents, Bill. Glorious, untouched presents. Little Jimmy's new bike, Susie's dollhouse..." Molly's eyes gleamed. "Gold wrapped in paper." Bill sighed, crunching another chip. "Plan B? Why not just knock on the door and ask for some cake? Seems less bouncy." "Because it's a heist, you berk! We're professionals!" Molly snapped. "Now, when I give the signal, you inflate the chicken. Loudly." Bill tossed a chip wrapper. "Fine. But if that castle pops, you're explaining to the Piñata Patrol." He held up a half-empty bottle of fizzy pop. "And I'm definitely taking the first swig from the prize stash."