Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HEQDYZH3AAQ0P6YK6S5H3

The bouncy castle wheezed its last breath just as Molly fixed Bill with a stare that could curdle milk. “You’re telling me the decoy is a unicycle?” Bill adjusted the rainbow clown wig on his head, its synthetic curls tickling his nose. “It’s psychological warfare. No one expects the magician to ride in on a unicycle, juggling hamsters.” “Hamsters,” Molly repeated, flat as a deflated balloon. She clicked the locking pliers in her hand, a nervous tic. “We have a five-minute window before the birthday boy’s paralytic sugar high wears off and the parents realize the piñata is full of expired coupons.” “And a real Belgian waffle iron,” Bill added, patling the stuffed unicorn backpack that held their swag. “The present pile is a goldmine. The three-year-old’s grandmother is loaded.” Molly peered through the café window at the party tent across the park. A woman in a cat-ear tiara was arguing with a man in a dinosaur costume over the correct way to blow up a balloon giraffe. “Fine. But if a single hamster escapes that juggling act, I’m using the unicycle as a blunt instrument.” Bill grinned, his teeth blindingly white against the sad rainbow fluff. “Trust the process, Mol. It’s a beautiful disaster.”