Run: 2026-09-03-01M1K9M7EX70DHQZNSPN4HHG6J

Molly unfolded a crinkly napkin map of the bouncy castle while Bill squeezed into a clown suit three sizes too small. The van smelled of burnt rubber and discount frosting. She tapped the gift table scribbled in crayon. "Twenty kids, one piñata, zero guards." Bill's nose honked as he reached for a balloon animal. "And who's the clown?" he asked. Molly tossed him the oversized shoes. "You're the clown." He stared at her. "I hate you." She ignored him and said, "No crying, no mercy." She checked the van's rearview mirror and adjusted her party hat. The hat had a unicorn horn and a hidden camera. It was very ridiculous. The plan was simple: during the magic show, the parents would clap at a rabbit while Bill fell into the ball pit and pretended to drown. Molly would load forty presents into the cake cart and roll them out the back. Nothing could go wrong, except Bill's shoes squeaked like dental drills and the balloon giraffe had a slow leak. Still, they had pulled off riskier jobs, like the time they stole a bouncy castle with only a leaf blower and a forged safety inspection. This would be easy. Probably.