Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HEF64GV21TZ5FZDTYWJQJ

"And you're absolutely sure about the clown?" "I'm telling you, Bill, the clown is the key. Little Timmy's parents hired a premium clown, a full 'Jingles the Juggler' tier package. That means giant shoes, a squirting flower, everything." "Yeah, I get that. But the map shows the present room is guarded by the clown's emotional support alpaca." "Don't be dramatic, it's a therapy llama, and his name is Barnaby. According to the brochure, he only spits if you mock his tiny hat." "Fine, but why am *I* the one hiding in the giant cake? I'm six-foot-four and deeply claustrophobic." "Because you lost the coin toss, and your legs make a surprisingly convincing tiered cake stand. I’ll be the magician’s assistant who misdirects the kids with a tragic, never-ending scarf trick." "A tragic scarf trick?" "It’ll be a real tear-jerker. Now, I’ll distract the children with unsolvable balloon animals while you shimmy out the back of the cake, avoid Barnaby, and fill the sack." "You said the loot was a mountain of tablets and dolls. Why can I only hear a frantic squeaking?" "Ah, yes. A last-minute snag. The parents are those hyper-eco-conscious types. They replaced all the plastic toys with hand-carved, ethically sourced rubber ducklings. Live ducklings, Bill. Thirty-seven of them." "Live... ducklings." "Think of the resale value to a petting zoo! It's a symphony of profit, just with more beak. Now, synchronize watches and try not to quack."