Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAFDZF9J1X9Q5NV0ZFWZK0

Rain tickled the neon marquee of the community hall as two shadows hunched beneath a bouncy-castle repair tarp. Molly flicked confetti off her sleeve, a constellation mapping out every bad idea she’d ever loved. Bill balanced a cupcake reconnaissance kit on his knee, frosting forming diplomatic peaks. Inside, a DJ tested siren-squeal kazoo, and balloons patrolled like jellyfish. The banner screamed HAPPY BIRTHDAY in fonts so cheerful it hurt. Molly squinted at the gift table, a mountain range with bow-shaped weather systems. Bill breathed like a yogi trying not to sneeze. The night smelled like sugar, rubber, and sticky consequences. "Molly: We blend in, grab the mountain, and moonwalk out." "Bill: Blend in how? I don’t speak balloon." "Molly: Face paint, smiles, and the sacred art of casual gift-lifting." "Bill: Casual? Those bows look like tiny alarm octopi." "Molly: Relax. We’re guests from the Department of Surprise." "Bill: Do we have badges?" "Molly: We have confidence and a recycle bin cape." "Bill: I call dibs on the cape. It rustles with authority." "Molly: Timing’s key: cake frenzy, loud chorus, strategic scoot." "Bill: I’m allergic to choruses." "Molly: Then hum and carry three boxes." "Bill: What if a toddler interrogates me?"