Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBS6FH3Z7VKWJCZ30TPNM4

"Bill, I've cased the bouncy castle. The presents are stacked behind the piñata, guarded by a woman in a cupcake apron." "Cupcake apron? Armed with frosting?" "Worse. She's got a whistle. One blow and forty sugar-crazed toddlers swarm us." "So we go in as clowns." "Too obvious. I'm thinking magician and assistant. I pull a rabbit out of a hat, you load the gift bags into the false-bottomed wagon." "Where do we get a rabbit?" "Stuffed. The kids won't know the difference. They're four." "Fine. But the birthday boy's mother knows my face from that bounce house incident in July." "Wear the rainbow wig. And stop making eye contact with the pony." "There's a pony?" "Focus, Bill. At exactly 2:15, the clown they hired does balloon animals. That's our window. I'll distract with a card trick, you grab the big box with the red ribbon." "Why the red ribbon?" "Because it's heavy. Heavy means expensive. Probably a tablet or a tiny dirt bike." "Or a bag of encyclopedias." "Nobody gives encyclopedias anymore. It's a drone. I can feel it." "Fine. But if the piñata bursts, we abort. I'm not getting beaten with a foam sword again." "Deal. Now practice your 'ta-da' face. You look constipated."