Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07XQF0TZDZF7GK97C2WDR8

Molly smoothed the flyer’s grease-stained edges across the diner table. "Timmy’s Dino-Mite Adventure!" announced the hand-scrawled letters in letters that wobbled like a toddler’s first steps. Outside, rain streaked the window as Bill’s leg tapped an urgent Morse code against the wobbly table leg. "You actually want to do this tonight?" He stole one of her tater tots with the speed of a raccoon in a Dumpster. Molly ignored him, using a toothpick to draw the park layout on the flyer’s glossy surface. The oak tree’s hollow trunk—perfect for stashing their gear—stood just beyond the playground slides that would shriek betrayal under any weight over ten pounds. Tuesday’s drizzle meant shoe prints would vanish like last night’s dreams. "During cake," she explained, "the room explodes into song. Literally zero witnesses." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose until dark spots floated in his vision. "Balloons." She gathered their fake party hats. "Birthday songs." His mustache surrendered. "Fine. But if glitter becomes a biohazard..." Molly tucked the flyer into her cleavage. The oak waited. Cake time approached.