Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2DYGWWSTBX3PTYQH5K6A0B

Molly squinted through a pair of binoculars at the inflatable castle trembling under a throng of shrieking five-year-olds. “The present table is unguarded between the magician's rabbit trick and the piñata.” Bill adjusted his fake moustache, which was already peeling from his upper lip. “The magician is a problem. He's got a suspiciously large hat.” Molly lowered the binoculars. “Easily distracted. I'll drop a rubber spider.” “You hate spiders.” “I'll scream convincingly.” They watched a mother in a unicorn onesie trying to wrestle a juice box from a toddler. Bill jotted notes on a napkin. “Back entrance is a cat flap. You'll need the lube.” “I am not greasing my hips for a cat flap.” “It’s that or we go in via the birthday girl’s tiara cannon.” Molly sighed. “Fine.” She unscrewed the industrial-grade lubricant. Bill glanced at his watch. “Two minutes. The rabbit trick lasts forty-five seconds.” “Forty-five seconds of pure chaos.” Molly grinned. “Then we're out before the bounce house collapses.” Bill nodded, wiping sweat from his bald dome. “Remember: no orphans.” “It's a birthday party, Bill. Parents are here.” “Still. Rule four.” Molly rolled her eyes and crouched at the cat flap. “Rule four: no traumatizing children unless they have excellent loot.” She popped the flap open. The screams began.