Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCKPK0VQADWHFQZFG6SS3Y

Molly crouched behind the snack table and counted the gift mountain through a pair of binoculars made from toilet paper rolls. "The big one in dinosaur paper has a console inside. We grab that first." Bill adjusted his rainbow clown wig and frowned. "If the birthday boy sees me?" "Then you honk your nose and say you're checking for gift worms." He practiced a honk. It sounded like a goose with asthma. "What about the bouncy castle?" Molly sighed. "That's our escape route. You bounce, I'll roll the stroller." "I thought the stroller was empty." "It is. The presents go in the stroller. The baby goes in the ball pit." She handed him a lollipop. "Morale." Bill licked it and squinted. "Why do I have to be the clown?" "Because you look trustworthy in floppy shoes." She pointed at two parents by the cake. "We go on the birthday song. The screaming covers the crinkling." "If we're caught?" Bill wiped his nose twice. It honked. Molly shushed him with a stale cupcake wrapper. The party had thirty children, two ponies, and one very suspicious magician. Time was very short. Molly pulled out a whoopee cushion from her vest. "We improvise."