Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6BGK354GTCYFEP4J5T1JR

Bill flattened a crayon-drawn map of the Petting Zoo Pavilion across the picnic table, weighting the corners with a juice box, a plastic dinosaur, and a half-eaten granola bar. Rain drummed on the umbrella. Somewhere behind the hedge, a party horn honked mournfully like a goose being stepped on. A toddler in a ladybug costume pressed her face against the umbrella, stared at the map, and then screamed with the pure, unfocused fury of someone who had already eaten too much frosting. Bill slid a rubber snake under the granola bar and tapped the gazebo tent. "Party starts at two. We go in as entertainment." Molly squinted at the map. "We are not clowns." "We're magicians. I brought a cape." "That cape smells like a hamster. No." "Fine. Face painters. We wear smocks, blend in, and when the piñata explodes, we scoop the presents into the diaper bag." Molly pulled a pencil from behind her ear and circled the bouncy castle. "The diaper bag is already full of diapers." "Decoy diapers. Very professional." "They're real diapers, Bill." "Real diapers are the best decoy. Nobody searches a diaper bag. It's the law." "Nobody searches it because it's disgusting. What's the entry?" Bill grinned and drew a dotted line through the balloon arch. "Seven-foot clearance, one security guard named Gary, and a bouncy castle blocking the east exit. Gary will recognize me." "So don't wear the cape." "The cape is non-negotiable. It has pockets." Molly wrote NO JUICE BOX in large letters. "Presents are behind the unicorn throne. We need to get past a princess, a pirate, and eleven toddlers on sugar." "Toddlers are the real threat. They have no financial motivation and no fear of prison." "Exactly. So we use the snake." Bill froze. "We do not have a snake." "The balloon snake. You inflate it during the animal parade. I tell everyone it's magic. Chaos. We grab the presents, load them into the stroller, and walk out like responsible parents." "Whose stroller?" "The one with the sleeping baby." "Absolutely not." "We put the baby in the bouncy castle first." "That's worse!" "Bill, focus. We are borrowing the stroller from the baby. There's a difference." "There is literally no difference." Molly sighed. "Fine. We bring our own stroller." "With a fake baby?" "With a fake baby and a real diaper bag full of real diapers, because apparently that's our brand now." Bill nodded slowly. "I like it. What about Gary?" "I distract Gary with a lost child." "We don't have a lost child." "We have a magician's rabbit and a cape. The rabbit becomes the lost child." "That doesn't make sense." "Neither does wearing a cape to a toddler's birthday, but here we are." Bill folded the map and tucked it into the cape's suspiciously deep pocket. "Okay. Two o'clock. Smocks, balloon snake, fake baby, decoy diapers. No clowns." "No clowns," Molly said. "And Bill?" "Yes?" "Bring the juice box."