Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HKEC7W85SK24J2SGCAA8Q

“You sure this is the right house? The one with the inflatable unicorn?” Molly squinted at the rainbow banner. “Unicorn, three bouncy castles, and a piñata shaped like a llama. It’s definitely the one,” Bill said, adjusting his fake mustache. “And our cover is… balloon artists?” “We’re the Balloon Bandits. I printed cards.” “Cards. We’re printing cards now? For a job?” “It’s a party, Moll. You can’t just lurk. You need a bit of shtick.” “I don’t do shtick. I do silent and grabby.” “Then grab a balloon. I’ll handle the parents while you vacuum up the gift table. Think you can handle a room of sugared-up six-year-olds?” “I’ve handled worse. Remember the retirement home gig? That one lady bit me.” “And we got out with three jars of gummy bears. Look, the key is the stacking. The presents are all in those shiny bags for a reason. They’ll stack like Tetris blocks.” “Or a Jenga tower.” “Don’t Jenga my heist. We’re in and out. I’ll do a balloon giraffe, you make the swap with the dummy boxes. Easy.” “And if the birthday kid cries?” “Dollar store whistle. Distract with noise. They’re basically squirrels.” “Fine. But if that unicorn deflates, I’m leaving you with the squeaky giraffe.”