Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ79XGP3E8RBSD77Z7E8MVVQ

Molly spread the crayon map across the hood. Target is a bouncy castle beside the gift table. Three clowns, one magician, and a dozen sugar-crashed toddlers. We strike during the piñata swing. Bill adjusted his mask. What about our disguises? Face paint and balloon animals. I am a giraffe. You are a sad dog. I hate the sad dog. The sad dog gets sympathy snacks. Focus. We swap the real presents for identical boxes filled with broccoli. Broccoli? Really? Parents will thank us. Kids will riot. We slip out through the petting zoo. What about the magician? Amateur. His rabbit is unionized. I paid it in organic carrots to look away. And the bouncy castle? Deflate it on exit. Covers our tracks and buys us ninety seconds. Ninety seconds to haul twenty wrapped boxes past a crying little kid? Bring earplugs and a wagon. We are professionals, Bill. This is not our first kindergarten job. Fine. But if I get glitter in the van again, I am retiring to a quiet island. Molly tapped the paper. A siren wailed distantly. Deal. Practice your whimper. We move at cake time. Remember, absolutely no grabbing the juice boxes or the leftover pizza.