Run: 2026-10-27-01M5YG8RTDNV36EY5D3XDAEV8Q

Molly unrolled the blueprint across Bill’s kitchen table, weighting one corner with a toaster and the other with a suspiciously smug garden gnome. The blueprint was actually a crayon drawing of Bouncy Castle Manor, borrowed from a birthday invitation. “Bill, we enter as caterers, grab the presents, and leave before cake.” Bill squinted at the stick figure guarding the fence. “Why does that dad have lasers?” “That’s a dog.” “Terrifying.” Outside, children shrieked with joy beneath a paper rainbow. Inside, Molly loaded two serving trays with empty boxes, while Bill practiced looking employable. He tucked a napkin into his collar and immediately resembled a waiter awaiting trial. Their getaway vehicle, a borrowed ice cream tricycle, stood by the gate. Its bell dinged whenever Bill panicked, which meant it had been dinging continuously since breakfast. Molly checked her list: costumes, sacks, decoy cupcakes. Bill checked his: dignity, gone. They pedaled toward the party, wobbling past a magician whose rabbit watched them with professional contempt. At the fence, Molly lifted her tray like a shield. Bill saluted the bouncy castle. Then the gnome slipped from his pocket, struck the bell, and announced their arrival with one merry, catastrophic ding.