Run: 2026-10-20-01M5C6PV7VG8PDRFEQAXK1HV3K

Molly unfolded the party map across the getaway tricycle and tapped the bouncy castle with a crayon. Bill studied the snack table, the piñata, and the suspiciously serene mothers clustered by the punch bowl. The plan required stealth, timing, and an absolute indifference to the moral implications of looting a six-year-old’s birthday. Molly explained the approach: enter as entertainers, distract the horde with balloon animals, then sweep the gift table into a wheeled unicorn hamper while the magician’s rabbit escaped. Bill objected to the costume. “Balloons are the perimeter. We go in as clowns.” “I’m not wearing those shoes.” “And tights.” “Fine, magician.” “No capes.” He practiced sawing a lady in half with a breadstick while Molly installed a glitter smoke bomb in the boombox. The real obstacle, she noted, was the party host’s vigilance, the toddler with a foam sword, and the gluten-free cake table. Bill suggested a diversion: an interpretive dance about sharing. Molly added a contingency for cake. They synchronized watches, which were plastic and made party noises. Then, as the first chorus of Happy Birthday drifted through the fence, they waddled with alarming enthusiasm toward the gate beneath a rainbow, deeply committed and only slightly ashamed.