Run: 2026-06-01-01KT1H168D8T0C5M5PNB83ZG9K

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, clutching a fistful of party hats like they were tactical gear. Bill adjusted his fake, terrible mustache, unconvincing as a clown, while twenty-seven sugar-fueled children vibrated at the frequency of pure, unfiltered toddler joy nearby. They were attempting to consume an entire sheet cake in under forty seconds, and might actually succeed. A banner reading HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY GERALDINE hung crooked above the gift table, a glittering mountain of wrapped boxes that made Bill's eyes water with appreciation. "The plan is simple enough," Molly whispered. "Piñata moment, grab everything, run." Bill squinted at the chaos. A Labrador had stolen the entire sausage roll platter. Parents screamed. Children wept. Someone's uncle was doing the macarena in the corner with misplaced enthusiasm. The clown they had hired as a distraction had already abandoned his post to pursue a woman carrying a casserole dish. "I can't do this," Bill muttered. Molly produced a glittery badge reading OFFICIAL PARTY ENTERTAINER and grinned with the confidence of a woman who had once stolen a bicycle from a sleeping seven-year-old. She squeezed Bill's trembling shoulder and nodded toward the gifts. "Ready?" she asked. "Absolutely not," Bill replied. "Then let's go."