Run: 2026-10-05-01M46B5M0X01DHV2A13MCR3WGA

Molly spread a birthday invitation across the table. Bill studied the cartoon unicorn as though it were a police sketch. “We enter as entertainers, leave as legends, and nobody notices.” “Your last legend involved handcuffs and a deeply disappointed mime.” She tapped the party schedule with a spoon. He leaned back, carefully avoiding the chair leg they had previously stolen. “Children love surprises. We are merely redistributing excessive birthday joy.” “That sounds worse than stealing, somehow. What's our brilliant disguise?” Molly opened a suitcase. Sequins glittered inside like evidence. Bill lifted a cape, immediately tangling himself in its purple lining. “You're the magician. I'm your glamorous assistant with suspicious luggage.” “I cannot do magic. I once lost my own thumb.” Outside, a siren wailed. Both froze until an ambulance passed. Bill's relief lasted precisely until Molly handed him the wand. “Perfect. Distract them with incompetence while I collect the presents.” “Suppose they request rabbits? My pockets contain only emergency cheese.” “Then produce cheese. Call it rabbit, before its dramatic transformation.” “Fine. But if there's cake, I'm negotiating a separate cut.” They shook hands over the invitation. Beneath their fingers, tiny letters announced the venue: Junior Police Academy's annual birthday extravaganza.