Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HPZT9NFTM24TQASHF99AX

“Right, so the bouncy castle is our ingress,” Molly whispered, her voice a low hum over the pile of illustrated invitation cards on the coffee table. “The birthday boy, Timmy, turns six. The party is in the community hall. Security? A woman named Denise who wears a velour tracksuit and cries at cake-cutting.” Bill squinted at her. “We’re stealing presents from a six-year-old? That’s a new low, Mol. Even for us.” “No, it’s a new high. Low is stealing from nuns. This is a soft target. Denise loves unicorns and is allergic to confrontation. All we need is a distraction.” “What kind of distraction?” “I thought you’d like that part. You’re going to get stuck in the bouncy castle.” Bill’s jaw dropped. “Me?” “Yes. You hyperventilate, they deflate the castle to rescue you, chaos ensues, I bag the gifts. It’s a classic.” “I hate this plan.” “You hated the cat-burglar plan too. And the sewer diamond plan. And you were wrong about all of them. This is foolproof.” “The last foolproof plan landed me in a clown car with a raccoon.” “That raccoon was my backup. He did great. Now, focus. Are you in or out?” Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m in. But you’re buying me a drink after this, and not the cheap stuff.” “Deal. Now help me pick a spot to tie the fake unicorn to the ceiling fan.”