Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KC285B1GARFPY5MZC190AQ

"So we just walk in?" Molly asked, licking frosting off her finger from a stolen cupcake. "Walk in? No. We *arrive*," Bill said, adjusting a clip-on bow tie. "I'm the magician. You're the balloon lady." "I can't make balloon animals." "Neither can half the clowns in this city. You just twist until something pops and yell 'ta-da.'" "And the presents?" "Table by the bouncy castle. Parents stack them like idiots. We wait for the piñata. Every kid turns around, I do a card trick, you load the wagon." "What wagon?" "The one I'm stealing from the garden center next door. It's got little plastic flowers on it. Very festive." "You want to wheel a wagon full of stolen birthday gifts through a yard full of mothers?" "Not through. Around. While they're blindfolded and swinging a stick at a donkey." "That's the piñata, Bill." "Exactly. Chaos. We slip out the side gate. I'll honk a horn and yell 'surprise.'" "Whose horn?" "The clown's. I'm also stealing his shoes." "You're going to get us arrested." "Only if the pony bites me again."