Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FDE6XQKJ1P8EFCAXX24GQ

“Okay, run it by me again,” Molly said, adjusting the oversized clown wig. “The target is a seven-year-old named Kevin.” “Correct,” Bill whispered, his face half-hidden by a rainbow-striped tie. “And his haul of Paw Patrol tower playsets, glitter slime, and at least two chocolate fountains.” “And we’re breaking in through the bouncy castle?” “Through the emergency exit flap, yes. The magician will be distracted by the cupcake tower collapse.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “You arranged for the cupcake tower to collapse?” “No, the child named Chloe did. I simply paid her five dollars to knock it over at 3:15.” “That’s diabolical.” She grinned. “But what about the dad with the camcorder?” Bill pulled out a jar of mayonnaise. “I’ll ‘accidentally’ drop this. The clean-up buys us ninety seconds.” “And the giant SpongeBob balloon?” “We don’t touch the balloon. You have a problem with authority figures, Molly, not sponges.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But if we’re caught, I’m telling them you planned the whole thing in a therapy session.” “A perfectly reasonable deviation,” Bill said, tucking the mayo back. “Now, on three. One... two...”