Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09XE831FE8VDEM299GKNR8

Bill fiddled with his oversized bowtie. Place has no back door? Molly checked her watch. There's always a back door, Bill. We go in when cake comes. Bill winced. Last time you said we'd go in smooth, I ended up dancing with a three-year-old. Molly ignored him. You create a diversion with piñata. I collect presents under the tree. Bill raised an eyebrow. What if piñata's unbreakable mom-stuff? Then you hit it till it splits! Presents are always grouped under the tree like normal. Bill sighed. And if my sack tears like last time with the crayons? Use your shirt. Don't stuff it so full this time. Bill adjusted his pants. My clown pants are chafing worse than the socks I wore for that jewelry store job. Molly pushed him. Cops show, we're party performers who got creative. Bill smirked. So now we're entertainers? Move before cake comes out or we're stuck singing "Baby Shark" with the parents.