Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KBQW2RFYZH5B58WMGQFJXR

The helium tank hissed like a punctured snake as Molly wedged it behind the inflatable unicorn, her sequined jumpsuit catching the string of party lights. Bill, dressed as a dinosaur but wearing the head backwards, surveyed the loot table—a fortress of wrapped boxes, a sentinel cake, and a juice box moat. He adjusted his rubber claws. "See the cake?" Molly whispered. "See the mom?" Bill grunted, nodding toward a woman with dead eyes. They crouched behind a giant teddy bear. Molly produced a screwdriver and a rubber chicken. "Go left," she said, tossing it. "Go right," Bill replied, waddling forward. The chicken hit the punch bowl. The mom lunged. She slipped on a balloon. Molly slid under the table, unzipping gift bags. "Grab that box," she hissed. Bill snatched it, but his tail caught the cloth, and the cake tilted. A tiny hand clamped onto Molly's ankle. A four-year-old stared up. "I got a bomb," Bill said, tossing a glitter grenade. Confetti burst. "Duck!" Molly yelped. "Ouch," Bill whined as a tiara bounced off his snout. They bolted out the door, leaving sprinkles and a sticky girl. "Run," Molly gasped, and they vanished into the night with jingling bags.