Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C66T6W4M50FMM59BN9EWA8

"Okay, Bill, the clown goes left at noon, the piñata distracts the herd, and we take every present." "Every present? Even the dinosaur-shaped one that makes that infernal roaring noise?" "Especially that one. Its battery compartment is big enough for a Fabergé egg." "We’re not stealing a Fabergé egg. We’re stealing a child’s birthday." "Don’t make it weird. The kid’s got forty guests and a bouncy castle. Nobody counts gifts after cake." "Last time you said nobody counts napkins. We got chased by a caterer with a ladle." "This time we wear party hats. Camouflage." "We’re two grown adults in trench coats. The hats won’t fix the vibes." "Fine. You go as the magician’s assistant. I’ll be the pony." "There’s no pony." "There is if we bring one. I know a guy." "No ponies. No eggs. We grab the pile by the snack table and exit through the ball pit." "See? That’s teamwork. Now help me inflate this decoy giraffe." "And the clown?" "He’s nearsighted. Wave a balloon animal and he’ll follow it into traffic." "Bill, that’s dark." "It’s a children’s party, Molly. Keep it whimsical." "So we’re agreed: hats, ball pit, no felony traffic incident." "Agreed. But if that giraffe squeaks, I’m blaming you."