Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FZ5NXQXV3NFGRQKR0XPEV

Molly and Bill crouched behind the inflatable birthday castle, its garish turrets quivering with the shrieks of tiny guests. Bill unfolded a glitter-encrusted napkin map, tracing a crayon X over the colossal present pile with a finger. “We slide in during the magic finale.” Molly nodded, adjusting her lopsided fairy wings, one of which kept poking Bill in the eye. “When the rabbit vanishes, we strike.” A juice box exploded nearby, and they flinched, the sticky spray misting their disguises. The smell of orange concentrate and desperation hung thick. Bill produced a whoopee cushion from the folds of his pink tutu with misplaced pride. “First, the decoy.” He placed it carefully on a miniature chair, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Molly checked the escape route: a crawl through the bouncy castle’s intestines, a dash past the face-painting station, and into a van disguised as an ice cream truck. The presents, a shimmering mountain of glossy paper and elaborate bows, sat unguarded beneath a piñata shaped like a smug unicorn. “Now? Pull the cord?” Bill grinned, patting a pair of gleaming pliers. Somewhere beyond the ball pit, a clown began to sob in a key of defeat. Perfect timing.