Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ0NZM8373M6KDGA4KEBDZX8

Molly spread the birthday invitation across the dashboard like a treasure map, flattening cupcake crumbs with one black-gloved finger. Bill squinted through the rain at the community hall, where balloons bobbed in the windows and a papier-mâché dragon guarded the door with more dignity than most security guards. “We go in as magicians,” Molly said. “You can be the rabbit.” Bill patted his stomach. “I’m allergic to applause.” Inside, shrieks of musical chairs shook the glass. Parents milled about, dazed and sticky, perfect cover. On the curb, a pony in a party hat stared at their van as if memorizing the license plate. Molly had calculated everything: three minutes during cake, two sacks per trip, exit through the kitchen, apology note if necessary. Bill had contributed a map drawn on a napkin, mostly arrows and a surprisingly detailed sausage roll. Then the hall doors burst open. A dozen children charged out, each clutching a wrapped present, pursued by a clown shouting about fairness. The gifts were being redistributed for a game. Molly folded the invitation. Bill started the engine. “New plan,” she said. Bill adjusted mirrors and cleared confetti from the gearshift, trying not to look relieved. “Finally, adult supervision.” “Hardly,” Molly said. They followed the pony, who looked like management material. Behind them, the dragon sagged in soggy judgment.