Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0916DGH8ABH6JYA587NW12

Molly peered through the van window at the bouncy castle glowing in the park. Music, fairy lights, and squeals of children floated over the fence. Bill adjusted his tie, a stolen tie, and sighed at the row of boxes stacked under a banner. Molly checked the guest list she had swiped from a coat pocket. The party theme was Sparkle Patrol, explaining the capes, glitter, and plastic stars. Perfect cover. She produced a clown nose, a ladder, and two lanyards labeled HELPING HANDS. Bill, with the face of a disappointed librarian, put on the lanyard with courage. “Remember the cupcakes. We’re only here for presents, not chaos,” Molly whispered. “Good. I hate crying children and consequences today very much,” Bill said. They slipped through the side gate behind a parent balancing plates. Nobody noticed two volunteers heading for the gift table where the presents sat like treasure. Molly flashed a grin at a toddler. Bill saluted the magician. The magician never looked up; the children were too busy cheering confetti. By the time the cake was cut the van was packed, the teddy bear was sulking on the dashboard, and Molly was planning their exit route through the balloon arch.