Run: 2026-09-01-01M1ENTJYYNQE7R81WPX94PF3T

Molly tugged her gloves. "Bill, the invitation says no uninvited clowns, which applies to us, and the bounce house is a fortress of sugar and regret, but the presents wait under the unicorn table near juice with a piñata blocking the exit, and I am ready to steal." Bill adjusted his fedora. "I have a vinyl squirting flower for the clown, a badger costume for camouflage, and a balloon arch that is ladder and alibi, because loud cake masks footsteps while we grab loot." Molly pointed at the balloon arch. "You smell like pond water, Bill, and the clown will weep at guilt, but I have a glitter pin for panic, though glitter is banned, so we wear hats and blend into chaos; only security is a dad with a beer belly. The clown has a horn that could be a weapon, but we can pretend to be magicians." Bill checked his pocket. "Exactly. We hit the piñata for candy cover, steal every shiny present, blend with sugar, and leave through the arch with sugar felonies. The balloon arch is our ladder and our destiny. Better than prison with a clown. Stop talking and move; the party starts in five minutes."