Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPK00FMSK0CP28Q8AXE3FD

The rainbow-balloon arch over the bounce castle sagged slightly in the afternoon heat, its vibrant colors clashing with the grim determination in Molly’s eyes as she adjusted her oversized clown wig. Beside her, Bill fiddled with a party popper, his fingers twitching like he was defusing a bomb instead of a child’s toy. A cluster of sugar-high six-year-olds shrieked in the distance, their tiny voices rising above the tinny rendition of *"Baby Shark"* blaring from a Bluetooth speaker. Molly nudged Bill with her elbow. “You sure the gift table’s unguarded?” Bill squinted through his fake glasses—glasses that, upon closer inspection, had one lens smudged with what looked suspiciously like jelly. “Only if you don’t count the mom with the death grip on her coffee cup. She’s got the stance of a woman who’s seen *Taken* one too many times.” “Then we distract her.” Molly produced a whoopee cushion from her fanny pack with the gravitas of a surgeon unsheathing a scalpel. “You cause a diversion. I’ll liberate the LOL Dolls.” Bill groaned. “Last time you said ‘diversion,’ I ended up in a bouncy castle with a broken tailbone.” “And yet, here you are.” Molly grinned, adjusting her fake nose. “Professional to the end.”