Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ932M4VRAF4X28YY544ZKE

"Right, so the birthday is at two o'clock," Molly said, spreading the hand-drawn map across the hood of the van. "Who drew this? A toddler?" Bill squinted at the crayon markings. "Focus. The presents will be in the living room, near the inflatable dinosaur." "There's an inflatable dinosaur?" "Bill." "Sorry, sorry. What about the parents?" "Occupied. Twelve screaming seven-year-olds playing pass the parcel will do that to a person." "And the cake situation?" "What about the cake situation?" "I'm just saying, if we're already in there..." "We are not stealing a child's birthday cake, Bill." "Just a slice." "Absolutely not." "Half a slice." "I will leave you here." Bill folded his arms. "How do we get out with all the presents without anyone noticing?" "We wear the clown costumes." "I knew there were clown costumes. I knew it from the moment you called me at six this morning with that tone." "What tone?" "Your clown tone." "I don't have a clown tone." "Molly, you absolutely have a clown tone." "Just put the wig on." "Does it have to be the red one?" "Get in the van."