Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ70MEKWZM6X457VB8VNG031

"So the plan is simple," Molly whispered, adjusting her earwig. "We hit the backyard, grab the loot, and vanish." "Vanish into a bouncy castle?" Bill asked, checking his grappling hook. "Molly, there are minors. Toddlers, Molly. They have sticky hands. I can't lose a finger to a juice box." "It's the Christmas party, Bill! The presents tower is massive! I saw the list. Legos, tablets, a pony!" "A pony? You want to heist a pony?" "I want to fence a pony!" "The security is a golden retriever named Waffles." "Exactly! He's got a treat distribution schedule. If we bring better treats, he's ours." "I brought steak jerky." "Good man. Now, the entry. Climb the trellis?" "Trellis is unstable. We go through the clown car." "There's a clown car?" "For hire. The clown is currently drunk in the toilet. We hide inside." "Bill, that's brilliant and disturbing. You're hired." "Does the pony come with a saddle?" "Focus, Bill. Presents only. No snacking." "Wait, if we take the pony, how do we transport it?" Bill hissed. "We put it in the clown car." "That's not a thing, Molly! Physics doesn't work that way!" "Everything is a thing with enough duct tape and desperation. Now quit complaining and polish the earwig. Ride at four."