Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7PY6PBE9JETTPBHXTK61A

Molly leans against a scuffed playground slide, crumpling a neon children’s party invite in her fist as Bill jostles a crinkly clown costume bag beside her. “You sure this party’s the one with the diamond-encrusted doll the pop star mom splurged on?” “Dead sure—all presents are loaded, even the hand-carved gold puzzle set.” “How we get past the gruff bouncer by the door?” “Distract him with that giant lollipop I swiped—he’s got a massive sweet tooth, per my latest intel.” “I’m not wearing that frilly clown assistant outfit you brought.” “You’ll be the balloon animal sidekick—just wave a sparkly wand, fake a high lisp; the kids won’t notice your flaws.” “I can’t twist a balloon dog without popping it into a mess.” “Fake it—wave the wand, let the kids imagine the rest.” “When’s our window to grab the presents?” “Cake time—everyone’s glued to the candle-blowing spectacle.” “What if a kid catches us and cries?” “Blow a giant bubble, hand ’em a dud balloon; they’ll forget instantly.” “Got a big enough bag for the doll and puzzle?” “Hidden in my clown pants—expanding mesh, holds three laundry baskets’ worth.” “What if we get caught?” “Blame the imaginary clown rival—kids’ll back our story.” “Fine, but if I have to fake one more balloon twist, I’m stealing your lollipop.” “Deal—meet me at the park entrance at 2.” “And I get first dibs on the doll’s sparkly hair clip.” “Done.”