Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG0MM9YG5QY06V5C0CT8YJ

The lawn was a riot of streamers and squealing children. A bouncy castle loomed like a pastel fortress, its entrance guarded by a clown juggling flaming sticks. Behind the inflatable slide, a mountain of wrapped gifts waited. Molly crouched behind a table of juice boxes, eyes scanning the chaos. Bill adjusted his hat, trying to look like a parent. The music blared a pop song, masking their whispered conspiracy. They discussed timing, distraction, and escape. Their plan hinged on a ridiculous move. The target: every present beneath the giant piñata. They laughed at the absurdity, ever then still got serious. "Molly: We can masquerade as clowns, swipe loot when music stops, and slip out through the hedge." "Bill: Or we could cause a balloon shortage, claim we're backup entertainer, and grab gifts while kids chase the bubbles." "Molly: If the clown trips, we sprint for the piñata, yank rope, and the presents tumble into our bags." "Bill: I’ll fake a microphone failure, shout extra cake, and while they scramble we clear the table." "Bill: Remember, once the lights flicker, we sprint to the van, toss the loot, and celebrate with pizza." "Molly: And we’ll tip the clown for his silence."