Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6B16TFSZ13V6KAE9FSJPT

Molly flattened the stolen party invitation on the hood of a getaway tricycle while Bill wrestled a dinosaur costume over his ski mask. A clown nose squeaked in his pocket. "Bouncy castle perimeter," she said. "Clown security." "And children?" "Hostile witnesses with juice boxes. We enter as Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Barry." "Barry has a moustache." "So will you. Focus." Bill checked a crayon map against the moonlit bouncy castle. The map was mostly frosting, but the exits looked promising. "Cake cutting at two. Parents get emotional." "That's our window. You take soft wrapped things. I take the Lego." "What about the clown's whistle?" "Trip him with the skipping rope. Gently. He's union." Bill practiced a balloon sword. It exploded. "That was a giraffe." "It's a liability. We need subtle." Molly tucked a juice box into Bill's utility belt and tightened his tiny party hat. Molly sighed. She checked her watch. "Subtle," Bill said, "for a man in a ski mask holding a balloon sword." "Semantics. During Happy Birthday, grab presents and waddle out." "Waddle?" "You're wearing a dinosaur costume. Practice your roar." Bill waddled toward the hedge, tripped over his tail, and whispered an apology to a garden gnome.