Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2E9QB30FC6W6D72J2D75E8

“We’re really doing this?” Bill whispered, crouched behind a bouncy castle shaped like a grinning unicorn. “Stealing from a bunch of seven-year-olds?” “It’s not from them, it’s from the parents,” Molly said, tightening the straps on her inflatable giraffe costume. “They’re the ones who bought the gift cards and the tablets. The kids just get the boxes.” “I feel like a monster.” “You feel like a monster in a giraffe suit? Great. That’s the cover. When I say ‘the cake is coming,’ you cut the power to the disco lights. I grab the presents from under the Smurf tablecloth.” “What if a kid sees me?” “Then you dance. Giraffes dance at parties. It’s a known fact.” “It is not a known fact.” “It is now. You’re ‘Jeremy the Giraffe.’ I’m ‘Penelope the Penguin.’ We’re from Party Pirates, Inc. They hired us.” “They hired a DJ named Dave.” “Dave just got food poisoning from the mini quiches. I saw him sneeze in the bouncy castle. He’s out. We’re in.” Bill sighed, his neck ruff fluttering. “And the loot?” “Fifty-fifty, after I deduct costume rental and emotional damage.” “Emotional damage?” “Yeah. Listening to you whine.” Molly zipped up her penguin beak. “Now get ready. The limbo music stopped. That’s our cue.”