Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9Q47QRFM723097MCDVC9V1

“Molly, I’m telling you, balloons are our camouflage. Nobody suspects criminals carrying balloons.” “Bill, nobody suspects clowns either, and I refuse to be arrested in shoes the size of canoes.” “Fine. Magicians?” “Too much applause. We need quiet.” “It’s a children’s party. Quiet left with the first sugar cube.” “Then we slip in as entertainment, smile at the cake, pocket the presents, and vanish before the parents notice.” “Parents always notice. They can smell mischief like bloodhounds in cardigans.” “Not if I distract them with a raffle.” “With what prize?” “Their own toaster.” “Bill, that is not a raffle. That’s confusion with tickets.” “Exactly. Meanwhile, you sweep the gift table.” “And what if the birthday child sees me?” “You tell him you’re the Fairy Godmother of Redistribution.” “He’s six, Bill, not Parliament.” Bill adjusted his cap. “All right, revised plan: I juggle, you grab, we exit through the bouncy castle.” “The bouncy castle?” “No footprints.” “Only dignity-related injuries.” “I’m willing to sacrifice dignity.” “You already did, darling, when you suggested balloons.” Molly sighed. “Right. We go in smiling, come out laden, and under no circumstances eat the jelly.” “Why?” “Last time you confessed to a piñata.” “And sang to police.”