Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBABAR59SB1VGD9WRDGC22

Molly spread the glittery birthday invitation across the sticky card table and tapped a crayon drawing of a bouncy castle with one purple fingernail. Bill squinted at the map for a long moment and folded his arms across his chest. "We go in as clowns." "I don't juggle." "You don't have to juggle. You stand by the bouncy castle and look friendly." She tapped the present pile drawn beside the piñata with a silver pen. "Why a kids' party, Molly? Seems low." "Low risk, high sugar. The parents are busy with juice boxes and won't notice two garbage bags leaving." Bill chewed a stale gummy worm and frowned at the bright invitation for a second. "What if a kid asks me for a balloon animal?" "Tell him you only make balloon evidence." "That's not funny." Molly slid a red foam nose across the table and waited. "Put this on. You're Bubbles." Bill sighed, pocketed the nose, and stared at the ceiling. "Fine. But if there's a magician, I'm out." "There's no magician." "Every party has a magician, Molly. They appear from smoke and know things." Molly folded the invitation into a paper hat and smiled. "Then we steal the magician."