Run: 2026-05-31-01KSYXJ0C8MXVWBJDKA02HCS4G

Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the table, smoothing its wrinkled edges. "The objective is simple," she said. "We breach the perimeter during the piñata distraction." Bill squinted at the diagram. "Why is the security guard wearing a clown nose?" "Because that's Bonkers the Clown, and he's the only thing standing between us and forty wrapped presents." "Forty?" Bill whistled. "What kind of kid gets forty presents?" "A spoiled one named Tyler whose father owns half the city." Molly tapped the map. "We go in through the bounce house." Bill leaned back, crossing his arms. "I don't do bounce houses. Last job, I sprained my dignity." "You'll bounce, and you'll like it." She slid him a juice box. "Hydrate. We're going to be there for hours." "What's our exit strategy?" "The ice cream truck. I bribed the driver with a kidney." Bill choked. "Whose kidney?" "Does it matter? Focus, Bill." She pointed at a stick figure. "This is the birthday boy. Avoid eye contact. Children sense fear." "And if someone asks who we are?" Molly grinned, pulling out two party hats. "We're entertainers. Now put this on and practice your balloon animals." Bill groaned. "I hate this job."