Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0GE8KWD438TMQFT3Y2CSPS

Molly unfolded the blueprint across the hood of the van. "Okay, Bill, talk me through it." "Right. We infil through the bouncy castle at fourteen hundred hours, just as the clown begins his balloon animal routine." "Why the clown?" "Because, Molly, nobody watches the presents when a grown man is twisting a poodle." "Genius. And the cake?" "The cake is a decoy. Ignore the cake." "Bill, I am not ignoring a cake." "Molly, focus. We've got forty-six gift bags, twelve wrapped boxes, and one suspiciously large package labeled 'Tyler.'" "Tyler's getting a pony, isn't he." "I fear so." "How do we fit a pony in the Corolla?" "We don't. The pony is collateral damage." "And the parents?" "Distracted. I've hired a magician to propose to one of the moms mid-party." "Bill, that's diabolical." "Thank you." "What's our exit?" "Piñata. We slip out during the blindfolded swinging phase. Nobody suspects the piñata." "And if a kid sees us?" "You cry. Loudly. Claim you're Tyler's aunt." "I don't look like an aunt." "Molly, everyone looks like an aunt to a six-year-old." "Fair. Let's go ruin a birthday."