Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FH6VEAP46MN4SBNX5NTQP

"Alright, Bill, walk me through the plan one more time." "Simple. I'm Cuddles the Clown. You're Sparkles the Unicorn. We waltz into little Timmy's sixth birthday party, faces hidden by professional-grade face paint, and we make balloon animals until the cake comes out." "And then?" "Then, while the sugar-crazed horde descends on the cake, we stuff every last brightly wrapped present into my oversized clown pants. I've reinforced the crotch with Kevlar and added a quick-release drawstring." "Your clown pants are a duffel bag." "A festive duffel bag of joy, Molly. Focus. The parents will be too busy filming the frosting massacre to notice us waddling out with suspiciously square bulges." "What about the bouncy castle? That's a variable." "It's an alibi, not a variable. If anyone gets nosy, I'll claim Sparkles got her horn stuck in the entrance flap and we have to leave immediately due to mythical creature embarrassment. It's airtight." "It's unhinged. I'm not wearing the horn. Last time it gave me a welt." "Fine, ditch the horn. But you keep the glitter. The blinding, magpie-distraction-grade glitter. That's our exit strategy." "Agreed. So, presents in pants, glitter bomb, flee the scene. You're absolutely sure the hired magician won't be a problem?" "I drugged his rabbit. He's fully occupied with an existential crisis and a very floppy assistant."