Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5SRD018JZ6Y049R0S9GX8

Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the rearview mirror, squinting at the reflection. "Bill, do I look like a clown yet?" Bill, sprawled in the passenger seat with a lollipop sticking out of his mouth, gave her a sidelong glance. "More like a walrus with commitment issues. But hey, kids love commitment issues." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if this fails, it’s your fault. You picked the mustache." "I picked the *idea* of a mustache. You’re the one who glued on half a sheep." "Focus, Bill. The party starts in ten minutes. What’s the plan again?" Bill leaned forward, tapping the dashboard like a drum. "Simple. You go in as Clown Molly, distract the kids with balloon animals that suspiciously look like grenades. I sneak in through the back, grab the presents, and meet you at the inflatable bouncy castle for our grand escape." "What about the parents?" Bill grinned, pulling out a megaphone from under his seat. "I’ll announce free ice cream in the parking lot. Parents can’t resist free ice cream. It’s science." Molly groaned. "This is the worst plan we’ve ever had." "Correction," Bill said, popping the lollipop out of his mouth. "It’s the worst plan we’ve ever *executed*. Big difference." They sat in silence for a moment before Molly sighed. "Let’s just get this over with. I hate clowns." "Funny," Bill said, shrugging. "Clowns hate you too."