Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0GG25HXQBCCHTG4TEGWVPG

Molly unrolled a crayon-scribbled map across the table. "Okay, Bill. Bouncy castle's here, piñata's there, and the loot pile is under the unicorn banner." "Unicorn banner. Got it." Bill squinted. "What's our window?" "Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Six minutes of blindfolded chaos." "Six minutes? Molly, last job I needed six minutes just to tie my shoes." "Which is why you're on distraction, not extraction." "Distraction how?" "You're the clown." "Absolutely not." "Bill." "The last time I wore greasepaint, a toddler bit me." "Then don't get bit this time." "What about the parents?" "Sangria fountain. I spiked it with extra sangria." "That's just more sangria." "Exactly. Nobody suspects more sangria." Bill sighed. "And the dog?" "Pepperoni. Two pounds. Wrapped in a party hat." "You've thought of everything." "I've thought of almost everything. What's the exit?" "Ice cream truck out back. I told the driver we're catering." "Catering what?" "A wedding. For the clown." "Bill, you're the clown." "Which makes it my wedding, which makes it convincing." Molly stared at him. "Fine. Grab the goody bags on the way out." "Obviously. I'm a professional."