Run: 2026-09-23-01M36TPP22DR7JY9J5H5RB1GMX

Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, peering at the rainbow-colored banner strung across the yard. "So the party starts at two," Bill said. "We hit at two-ten." "Two-ten? Those kids have cake already," Molly said. "Exactly. Sticky hands. Nobody notices a wrapped present walking away." "You can't just *walk away* with presents. There's parents everywhere." "So I'm the clown. Everyone expects a clown to leave early. They'll wave me right out the gate." "You hate clowns." "I hate clowns. I don't mind being one. There's a difference." Molly chewed her lip. "What am I, then?" "You're the pony lady." "Bill, they have a real pony at the party." "Even better. The real pony lady thinks you're from the agency. You think she's management. Nobody talks to anybody. Classic cover." "And the presents just fall into my hands?" "I bring the car around. You stuff the trunk. We take only the big ones. The little ones leave a bad taste." "So now we have ethics?" "We have space constraints." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if that pony bites me, I'm done." "Deal."