Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HKQ48V8TENFDNEBDP92J8

"Bill, you want to infiltrate a seven-year-old's unicorn-themed birthday party. For a pile of glitter-encrusted plastic." "Correction, Molly. For a pile of glitter-encrusted plastic containing at least three gift cards and a brand-new tablet. I peeked at the gift table during setup. Operation Sugar Rush is a go." "You peeked? Your reconnaissance was pretending to be a balloon artist. You made a poodle that looked like a depressed sausage." "The children were too critical. That's beside the point. The point is the cake. The giant, papier-mâché unicorn cake. It's hollow." "You want to hide inside a fake cake?" "I want *you* to hide inside the fake cake. You're more compact. When they sing 'Happy Birthday,' you burst out, create a diversion with the leftover depressed sausage balloons, and grab the haul." "And what will you be doing, el capitan?" "I'll be the party entertainer, 'Magic Blaine.' I'll mesmerize them by pulling a never-ending handkerchief chain from my sleeve. It's a thirty-foot rainbow. By the time I'm done, their tiny brains will be mush." "Mush is right. They'll stampede you. You're allergic to joy and have the sleight of hand of a cement mixer." "That's part of my roguish charm. Now, can you fit in the cake or not?"