Run: 2026-09-02-01M1HCXJ6GS8NKAMD7KMVF01D2

Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor while birthday music thumped beyond the hedge. "We enter through the bouncy castle." Bill polished a balloon shaped like a dolphin and sighed. "That blows. Kids bounce. We do not bounce." Molly tapped her helmet. "Exactly. We waddle. Adults hate bouncing." Bill pictured himself bouncing helplessly. "So we waddle into a party, grab every present, and waddle out?" Molly nodded solemnly. "Like gift bearing penguins." Bill shuddered. "I hate penguins. They judge." Molly ignored him. "Focus. Cake distracts them. You scream fire?" Bill considered this. "No. I scream sprinkles." Molly approved. "Better." Bill remembered a cape. "What about the magician?" Molly revealed juice boxes. "We bribe him with juice boxes." Bill whistled. "Bold. Children riot when juice disappears." Molly produced confetti. "That is phase two. Confetti bomb." Bill blinked. "You brought a confetti bomb?" Molly shrugged. "It was on sale." Bill accepted fate. "If a toddler tags me, I vanish." Molly opened the door. "Then vanish quietly." Molly added sternly. "Remember, no crying." Bill saluted. "No promises, okay." They crept toward balloons, sacks open, dignity abandoned. Outside, a clown honked ominously beside the wagon packed with wrapped birthday loot waiting nearby.