Run: 2026-05-10-01KR90S1MHB0QBWW9DYMT2KA5Y

Molly tightened her shoelaces and peered through the hedge at the sea of bouncing castles. Are those clowns armed? Bill whispered. They are holding balloon animals, Bill. One of those animals is a poodle with a clearly sharpened snout. Look, the drop is at three o'clock near the juice box station. And the loot? Molly asked, adjusting her balaclava. Stacked behind the cake, gleaming like gold. Forty-two gifts. If we move during the musical chairs frenzy, we can clear the table in seconds. What if the birthday boy intercepts? I have a pocket full of glitter bombs. He will be blinded by sparkle and joy. That is diabolical. I know. Now, are you ready to snatch these Legos or keep standing here smelling like cheap cake frosting? I was born ready. On your mark? Mark. They leapt over the hedge, landing squarely in a pile of discarded wrapping paper. Target acquired, Molly hissed as a bouncy castle lurched toward them like an inflatable titan. Split up! Bill yelled. And if we get caught? Tell them we are the cousins. The ones nobody invited. Right. See you in the getaway minivan.