Run: 2026-10-13-01M4TBGN3HFQT18YGNWH251G0G

Molly grinned at Bill in the van. "Bill, at noon we slip through the side gate wearing clown costumes, smile sweetly, and nobody questions two cheerful entertainers carrying enormous empty sacks into little Timmy's birthday party." "Perfect, Molly, but clowns terrify me, so I will wear the dinosaur suit, stomp around roaring, distract the parents, while you quietly gather every wrapped present behind the lemonade table." "Absolutely not, because last time you roared, three toddlers cried, one grandmother fainted, and the dog stole your tail, remember? You are wearing the pirate outfit, eye patch included." Bill frowned and checked his watch nervously. "Fine, Captain Molly, I will be the pirate, but I refuse to say arrr near the magician, because he challenged me to a duel yesterday with balloon swords." "Deal, just smile, juggle three cupcakes, and when the children chase the piñata, I will load the presents into the cake trolley and wheel everything straight outside." "Brilliant, except the trolley squeaks terribly, so I will sing sea shanties loudly, drown the noise, charm the adults, and keep guard beside the front door watching for police." Balloons bobbed above the garden gate. "Then we vanish before anyone cuts the cake!"