Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKATA8GEGRZ3AQRRW3FMA4A

Behind the bouncy castle, Molly and Bill hid in plain sight. "Rule one, we blend in. Smile like you understand Paw Patrol." "I practiced. Look: 'Woof, justice.'" "Stop. We’re here for loot, not canine law." "How many presents?" "Thirty-seven, plus a suspiciously large box labeled 'For Chloe’s pony.'" "We can’t steal a pony." "We’re not stealing the pony. We’re stealing the box. Might be a pony costume. Might be a real pony. Either way, it’s value." "What’s the entry plan?" "You’re the clown. I’m the magician. We distract, then vanish the gifts." "I can’t juggle." "Neither can clowns. Just throw things and apologize." "And the parents?" "Offer them a coupon for free face paint. Nobody can resist corporate nonsense." "What about the birthday kid?" "I’ll ask her to pick a card. She’ll pick 'Debt,' and I’ll pull 'Profit' from her ear." "Where do we stash everything?" "In the piñata. They’ll beat it later. We’re outsourcing the getaway." "When do we move?" "When they sing. That song lasts forever. We steal on the second 'cha-cha-cha.'" "And if anyone asks, we’re collecting donations for the Orphans of Unopened Toys today." "Also, Bill, don’t eat the cupcakes; frosting fingerprints are a rookie’s confession."