Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DRE7JHZDSKSYZZ7DZ5WZM

"A giant inflatable dragon." "A dragon." "It's their bouncy castle, Bill. It's a forty-foot bouncy dragon with a wading pool of ball-pit gold in its belly." "Still a dragon." "Fine. We're robbing Smaug, but he's full of toddlers. The point is the presents are piled inside the 'Treasure Hoard' themed snack tent. We need a distraction." "So we pop the dragon." "We absolutely do *not* pop the dragon. That's the first rule of kid-heisting: you pop the bouncy castle, you wake the beast. Thirty sugar-crazed five-year-olds, Bill. They'll swarm us like furious, glittery piranhas." "Fine. No popping. We blend in." "You want to blend. With the clown? Because 'Bubbles the Magic Clown' is already sitting in a police van after I may have tipped off his parole officer." "I was going to say the magician. I do a devastating disappearing coin trick." "You do a devastating dropping-the-coin-and-fumbling-it-into-a-heating-vent trick. I've booked 'Baxter the Birthday Warlock.'" "I'm Baxter the Birthday Warlock?" "You are. Robes, beard, dubious smoke effects. You'll announce a ceremony to 'enchant the presents for eternal merriment.' The parents will eat it up. You levitate the biggest gift, smoke bomb, we're out." "You mean I push it out the back tent flap while you catch it in a wagon disguised as a tiny fire truck." "That's the enchantment. What's my cover?" "Irish elf. Your name is Nibbles."