Run: 2026-05-20-01KS25RG7G8EFVTCMT5M5TC52R

We need to blend in, Molly whispered, adjusting her pastel yellow cardigan. Bill frowned at his map. What is our entry point? The bouncy castle, Molly said. We slip in during the cake cutting. Are we masking up? Bill asked. No, you idiot. We wear these. She handed him a conical cardboard party hat. It has glitter on it, Bill grumbled, strapping it beneath his chin. I hate glitter. Do you want the treasure or not? Molly asked. The mark is six years old. He has three Lego sets, an iPad, and a motorized miniature sports car we can use as a getaway vehicle. How do we bypass security? Bill asked. His mother is distracted by juice boxes, Molly said. Hand me the gift bag. Why do we need a gift bag? Bill asked. It is our loot sack, Molly hissed, dumping out a teddy bear. This is highly unprofessional, Bill muttered, smoothing his fake mustache. Just act natural, Molly commanded. A mother approached them. Are you with the magician? she asked. Yes, Bill blurted. I do balloons. Make me a sword, a nearby child demanded. Move, Molly whispered, nudging Bill toward the presents. We are in.