Run: 2026-09-02-01M1H5FZZP05M16ZTSHPZCGKQX

"The invitation says 'Pirate Pete's Sixth Birthday Bash,'" Molly said, peering through her binoculars. "So we pose as clowns." "Bill, you look like a clown when you cry." "That was one time, and the funeral deserved tears." "Focus. The loot table is by the bounce house. At least forty wrapped presents." "Forty? This is our biggest score since the Christmas gala." "We don't talk about the Christmas gala." "The elf costume haunts me, Molls." "You volunteered for the elf costume." "I was young and had a beard that needed a home." "Here's the plan. I distract the parents with my balloon animal act." "You make balloon animals?" "How hard can it be?" "Remember the swan that exploded at that wedding?" "The swan was fine." "The groom wasn't." "Look, once I've got them distracted, you waddle in—" "Waddle?" "Comedy waddle. It's a clown thing. Grab the pillowcases, stuff the presents, waddle out." "And if a kid hugs me?" "You fight the urge to flee." "I have a thing about children. They're so... witnessing." "They're six, Bill. They'll assume everything is part of the show." "That's the spirit. Speaking of which, why am I wearing stilts again?" "You weren't supposed to be wearing them yet." "Oh no." "Oh no." "Bounce house, incoming." "Bill, do NOT waddle now."