Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GT74ZVXWJ9RG07TK0S6W21

"Walk me through it again," Bill said. "Little Timmy's seventh birthday. Saturday, two p.m. Bouncy castle, pony rides, presents galore." "Security?" "There's a bounce house attendant named Doug. Doesn't take his eyes off the inflatable." "Doug's a pro?" "Doug's twelve, Bill." "Juveniles crack under pressure. The mother?" "Susan. Counts every gift twice, logs who gave what." "Thank-you cards. Diabolical." "Exactly. So we strike during the piñata. She's blindfolded for that. Goes for the pull-string every year." "The clown? There's always a clown." "The clown's me, Bill." "You're the clown?" "Face paint's already in the van. That's my way in." "So I'm the pony guy." "You're the pony guy." "I don't know any pony tricks." "You eat hay and look sad. That's the whole job." "And the presents?" "Garbage bags in the diaper bin. Nobody checks the diaper bin." "Bill, this is genius." "It's Molly. I'm Bill." "Right. Sorry. The wig's making me jumpy." "You've been wearing the wig since Tuesday." "...It's grown on me." "Take it off before the job, you maniac. Where's the van?" "The van's a problem." "The van's a problem how?" "I told the party planner we were the magic show."