Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9TTVYEAMVHNY5YK7KVDYK

Under the fluorescent bunting Molly and Bill crouched behind a folding table, whispering like criminals rehearsing a lullaby. They admired a cupcake tower, mental maps of ribbon and tape forming. A helium dog bobbed, tethered to a chair, optimistic and oblivious. Their plan smelled faintly of frosting and mischief. They argued over timing, routes, and escape velocity with the seriousness of surgeons discussing pastries. A parent practiced "Happy Birthday" on a paper plate nearby. The playlist promised sugar and chaos. They checked tiny hands, checked lists, checked each other's bravery. Night light glowed; the house hummed with bubblegum intent delicious. "Molly: We knock over the cupcake tower, start the sugar tide, and as adults corral chaos we unwrap confidence, slide presents under coats, whispering apologies to Santa." "Bill: What about tiny hands and parental radar? We need a clean exit, matching sippy cup decoys and a stroller escape route, heartbeats timed to the candles." "Molly: Two minutes, three at most. We divide and conquer: you take east room, I take west. No gifts left, no glitter fingerprints. We leave a ribbon bouquet for theatrics and a note signed 'The Thank You Fairy.' Also bring mittens and a tiny trombone please."