Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ70G10KV22ZPMJVNYWPYDRZ

Molly smoothed the crumpled invitation. "Bill, the balloon arch is the weak point. We slip in as clowns." "Clowns? You know I hate noses, Molls. Last time gave me hives." "Check the glitter cannon. That's the perimeter defense." "I can dodge glitter. I have allergies, not reflexes." "The piñata's full of loot. Specifically, a limited-edition robotic unicorn." "Does it sing? My daughter wanted one." "It does both. Focus! The cake table is guarded by three toddlers and a golden retriever." "The dog's the real threat. Can I bribe him?" "He's on a diet. Parents drunk by six, we hit the pile at seven. I'll drop the whoopee cushion, you grab the bags." "Fine, but I'm keeping the slime." "And exit?" "Bouncy castle slide." "Risky. My knees." "You want the unicorn or not?" "Fine, but leave the piñata candy. That's the moral line." "Deal. Just don't scratch the unicorn."