Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ6YZXMP2SRD0JKM2FYGQTXJ

Molly slammed the map on the hood. "Bill, listen closely. The fortress is a bouncy castle. The guard is a clown named Squeaky. This is gold." Bill winced audibly. "Molly, they're five-year-olds. We're stealing glitter bombs from toddlers? This lowers our standards." "The loot! A trampoline? Heavy assets! Also, the manifest lists a complete Millennium Falcon." "Six figures? You're lying." "The collector market is insane, Bill. We're funding our retirement on plastic bricks." "We stole the Emerald Cockroach from a moving train!" "Exactly. Now, how do we get past the dad guarding the cooler? We don't have invitations." "We have the suits. You're the magician. I'm the balloon artist. We hit the table, bag and drag. Standard heist procedure." "Wait, what about the goody bags?" "We're monsters, not ghouls. The goody bags stay. Also, the juice boxes are premium. Grab the grape ones. Bill, focus! Exit before the piñata breaks. If a kid sees us, you do a card trick and I forge a poodle from chrome foil." "What if the poodle explodes?" "Then we improvise. Also, grab the sparklers. Fire hazard, but fun. Check your pockets for tape and grab the top hat. Love you too, you terrible partner. Let's steal a six-year-old's joy."