Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAAD98HEXGKJ6S5G810YW5

Molly and Bill crouched behind an inflatable unicorn, whispering like botched magicians. They had brochures, a laser pointer, and a notebook full of snack schedules. The children's party sounded upstairs, a perfect chaos of sugar and unguarded gifts. Molly drew a map with crayon landmarks and circled the dessert table with dramatized glee. Bill practiced his nonchalant step, imagining a trench coat flapping over tiny backpacks. They argued about costumes: a clown was obvious, but everyone knew actual clowns were booked. Each plan had an absurd staple — confetti cannons, a practiced sneeze, an emergency balloon animal. They rehearsed timing down to the cupcake icing wobble and synchronized watches using the tick of a party musician. Molly traced routes between pinatas and party hats while Bill balanced a stack of empty wrapping paper tubes like a captain counting cans. They smiled wickedly at the prospect of becoming legends among felons of frivolity. They compared notes on escape routes, practiced bagging gifts into oversized cake boxes, and rehearsed pity smiles for suspicious parents while humming a lullaby that sounded like sirens. "Cake, gifts, and the big gold dragon." "Distract with confetti, I'll palm gifts while you mime the magician and wink."