Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPP0X24B695ABJCHZ5M1VS

The clown car sputtered to a stop half a block from the birthday bash, its rainbow-striped bumper sagging like a deflated whoopee cushion. Molly adjusted her polka-dot bowtie in the rearview mirror, the elastic digging into her neck like a guilty conscience. "You ever notice how clown makeup smells like regret and expired cotton candy?" she muttered, peeling a fake freckle off her cheek. Bill, already halfway into his oversized diaper costume, paused mid-squat. "Only when you buy the discount brand from the back of *Circus Monthly*." He waddled toward the window, the plastic safety pin on his onesie clicking against the door handle. "You sure about the distraction plan? I still think setting the piñata on fire is overkill." Molly tossed him a bag of confetti grenades. "Kids love surprises. Besides, if we’re stealing from a bunch of six-year-olds, we might as well go out with a bang." She checked her watch—a knockoff Rolex with a second hand that spun backward. "Party starts in seven. You ready to be the world’s least convincing toddler?" Bill sighed, adjusting the pacifier around his neck. "I hate my life." The diaper rustled as he lumbered toward the trunk, where a very confused-looking goat bleated in protest. "And why do we need Gerald again?" "Because," Molly said, grinning, "nothing says ‘innocent birthday fun’ like a goat in a party hat." She popped the trunk. Gerald’s eyes rolled in terror. "Now go make some chaos."