Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPQES7E42QJJBM8XQEA22M

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her forehead, the elastic digging into her temples. "This is the worst disguise ever," she muttered, eyeing the inflatable bounce castle where a dozen sugar-crazed six-year-olds were attempting to murder each other with pool noodles. Bill, dressed as a suspiciously muscular clown, juggled three neon balls with the grace of a man who had never juggled before. "Relax. Kids love clowns. Also, I Googled 'how to juggle' on the way over." One of the balls ricocheted off his nose and landed in a bowl of punch. A tiny girl in a princess dress gasped, then cheered. Molly sighed. "We’re not blending in. We’re a public menace." "Nonsense. We’re *festive*." Bill plucked a cupcake from a passing tray and took a bite, frosting smearing across his rubber nose. "See? Kid’s already forgotten about the punch incident." A harried-looking woman in a "Birthday Queen" sash pointed at them. "You two! The face-painting station is over there!" Molly grabbed Bill’s arm. "We’ve been made. Abort." "Not yet." Bill grinned, pulling a glitter cannon from his oversized shoe. "Time for phase two: chaos." He fired. A rainbow explosion engulfed the room. Screams—some delighted, some horrified—filled the air as parents dove for cover. Molly lunged for the gift table, shoving presents into a duffel bag labeled "Property of the YMCA." "Nice touch with the bag," Bill said, tossing her a handful of balloons. "Thought so." Molly kicked a rogue piñata out of her path. "Now *run*."