Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2HRXZ8EVWH8QEQQKK30VDD

Molly and Bill surveyed the pastel carnage from their stakeout minivan. Through the window, a unicorn piñata swayed ominously next to a trampoline. She tapped a party invitation against her teeth. "Clown costumes." He shook his head, gesturing at a nearby performer being mauled by toddlers. "Too obvious. Magician." "Rabbit?" "Mechanical. Sneeze smoke bomb." She practiced an exaggerated sniffle, then grinned. "Allergy. I sniffle, grab pile." "Wagon getaway." "Ice cream van." They sat in silence, imagining the heist: Bill in a sequined cape, triggering a plush rabbit that shot pink fog from its ears. Molly would stage a dramatic hay-fever fit, scooping tablets and tiaras into a gift bag while parents offered her tissues. The van would chime a warped tune as they peeled away, pursued by nothing but a confused pony, a dad shouting about liability waivers, and a collapsed bouncy castle. Everything hinged on the smoke bomb not smelling like burnt marshmallow. Bill practiced a top-hat flourish with a pizza slice, coating it in pocket glitter. Molly tucked an inhaler into her sleeve, just in case the children's joy became too weaponized. This was either genius or an excellent way to get glitter permanently embedded in their souls.