Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCA3WJSNVETKVDVTKNCS3C

Molly spread a crinkled birthday map across the sticky table of their van, next to a half-eaten juice box and a stolen party hat. "We hit the bouncy castle at exactly two, when the clown starts balloon animals." Bill squinted at the crayon-drawn schematic, his face serious. "The clown's a wildcard. What if he's one of those mimes?" Molly tapped the present pile photo, leaving a fingerprint on a grinning child's face. "Then we use the distraction. You trip the piñata string, I'll stuff the gift bags into the stroller." Bill frowned and gestured at his broad shoulders. "I don't fit in a stroller." "Not you. The presents. You'll be the pony." Bill considered this role. "Do I get a tail?" Molly sighed, already regretting the plan. "If it keeps you quiet." She pointed to a side gate on the map. "Cake comes out at two-fifteen. Parents cry, phones go up. We move." Bill nodded slowly, then chewed his lip. "And if a four-year-old spots me?" "Tell her you're the new magician." Bill grinned, revealing a missing molar. "I can't do magic." Molly zipped the duffel bag hard enough to catch his finger. "That's fine. Neither can the clown."