Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2G70KFBCFP51XTVA1TJMGQ

The inflatable bouncy castle loomed like a polyester Everest. Molly, wedged behind a hedge, squinted at the marquee. "Gift table's a soft target. Between the face painting and the magician's sad rabbit, we've got a four-minute window." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was already peeling. "Four minutes? That's less time than it takes to blow up one of those long balloon dogs." Molly pointed. "You start with the unicorn piñata. Distract the ankle-biters while I bag the presents. Remember, no snot, no tears, no kicking." "For the record, I'm allergic to glitter and enthusiasm." A child screamed nearby. Bill flinched. "Plan B: if the magician pulls a sword from a hat, I'm using you as a human shield. I mean it." Molly rolled her eyes. "Just get over there and pretend you're the dad who's 'really trying.'" Bill shuffled forward, waving a lollipop like a white flag. "Alright, little people," he croaked, his voice cracking. "Who wants to see a balloon giraffe that looks more like a deformed pickle?"