Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK2K91MNP0W7HPMZ62DRQ3Z

Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose, the rubber squeaking in protest as she glared at the brightly colored castle bouncy house. Bill fumbled with a bag of plastic swords, looking utterly miserable in his polka-dot overalls. The target was a six-year-old's birthday bash, a fortress of sugar and shrieking toddlers guarded by an army of exhausted parents. Molly pointed a gloved finger toward the towering stack of wrapped boxes beneath the banner. That mountain of Lego sets and plush dinosaurs represented their retirement fund, or at least enough cash to buy real costumes next time. They needed to move before the pinata burst and chaos ensued. Bill whispered that the security seemed tight, mostly because a woman with a stroller was blocking the side exit. Molly dismissed his concerns with a sharp wave, confident their disguises were flawless. No one suspects the clumsy clown and the nervous magician. They crept forward, stepping carefully over discarded juice boxes and deflated balloons. The air smelled of frosting and desperation. Molly signaled for Bill to create a distraction involving a bubble machine while she made the grab. It was a ridiculous plan, but desperation made fools of even the smartest criminals. They took a deep breath and stepped into the fray.