Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9CDHSSD0SQ68DM480B6XD

Molly and Bill crouched behind the hedge across from the backyard. Paper lanterns bobbed quietly. Through the fence slats, children shrieked over a piñata shaped like a unicorn with tax problems. Bill adjusted his clip-on bow tie; it still had a price tag. Molly unzipped a duffel bag and revealed party hats, a rubber chicken, and three lengths of rope that looked suspiciously like 'balloon animals.' A stroller rolled past on the sidewalk, and they froze, pretending to study a map. The stroller was empty. From the gate, a clown honked, inviting them in. "You're sure it's a children's party?" Molly whispered. "Absolutely. Balloons, clown, sugar crash scheduled for eight." Bill said. "Good. Their security consists of a dad with a phone." Molly said. "We go in as entertainers. I juggle guilt and hotdogs." "I'll be the magician. Watch: your wallet vanishes." "Focus, Molly. We're here for presents, not petty cash." "Presents are petty cash with wrapping paper and screams." "How do we carry them out without looking like monsters?" "Easy. We 'donate' them to our van for 'extra games'." "And if a kid asks where his robot went?" "Tell him it's on a secret mission. He'll respect that." "Deal."