Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB0RAYDDFYYJBG9NG2XY5J

Behind the bouncy castle, confetti crunching underfoot, Molly and Bill crouched beneath a sagging banner that declared HAPPY SIXTH, JASPER! Sugar hung in the air like static; a piñata unicorn swayed, judgmental and sticky with fingerprints. Bill unfolded a crayon-drawn map he’d “liberated” from the craft table, complete with glitter arrows and a bossy sun. Somewhere inside, a magician rehearsed; doves cooed with the menace of tiny landlords. Party horns wheezed like guilty accordions. They watched the present mountain, a shimmering volcano of dinosaurs, puzzles, and parental optimism, guarded only by a sleepy clown and a punch bowl with secrets. "Molly: Recon complete; the clown blinks every twelve seconds exactly." "Bill: Perfect. We'll glide between blinks like considerate, gift-focused ghosts." "Molly: Disguise options? I can balloon animal myself into credibility." "Bill: I pilfered a volunteer lanyard and an authoritative kazoo." "Molly: Entry route uses cake drift, then present summit basecamp." "Bill: I'll run distraction, threatening avant-garde face-paint interpretations of grandparents." "Molly: Remember, we honor birthday law: no card left unread." "Bill: Absolutely. We steal responsibly; chaos, yes—sentiment, properly archived afterward." "Molly: Contingency plan if magician turns us into instructive rabbits?" "Bill: We escape in the unicorn, plead equine diplomatic immunity."