Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4RS2CGPYHDPPD3G8P6BWA

Outside the bouncy castle, Molly crouched behind a shrub shaped like a suspicious giraffe. Bill adjusted his wig with the solemnity of a defrocked magician. Inside, twenty toddlers screamed at a magician producing rabbits from inexplicable places. The gift table glittered, guarded by a grandmother knitting like surveillance equipment. Molly checked her list: distraction, diversion, dramatic exit, snacks. Bill swallowed, hearing party horns honk like judgmental geese. A piñata donkey watched them, paper eyes full of warning. Molly lifted the rope ladder and nodded toward moonlit frosting chaos beyond. Bill sighed, deeply allergic to glory, juice, and consequences tonight somehow. "Bill, we slip in as clowns, grab the gifts, and vanish before cake." "Brilliant, except I cannot juggle, and children sense fear like dogs." "Then wear the llama costume and blame the balloon man." "Why steal from tiny humans with sticky hands and righteous mothers?" "Because my rent is due, and virtue makes terrible nachos." "Fine, but if Santa appears, I am absolutely surrendering." "Deal. Keep the sacks quiet, smile weird, and follow my kazoo." "Your kazoo sounds like a goose filing taxes." "Exactly. No one suspects crime from jazz waterfowl." "Fine. Bring rope, cookies, spare underpants, and courage too."