Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPBCEXTFXB1CX0M7VH0W92

Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the balloon arch sagging over the backyard gate. "You’re sure this is the right place? Because I’m pretty sure we just walked into a toddler’s fever dream." Bill scratched his chin, where a temporary tattoo of a dinosaur was peeling off. "Positive. Intel says the birthday kid’s dad is some tech bro who ‘forgot’ to pay his taxes. Presents are just sitting there, unguarded, like a buffet of guilt gifts." Molly eyed a piñata shaped like a rainbow narwhal. "We’re robbing a *children’s party*. This is the lowest we’ve ever sunk." "Low? Molly, we’re *elevated*. Think about it—no alarms, no guards, just a bunch of distracted parents Instagramming their kids’ cupcake faces. It’s the perfect crime." "Except for the part where we’re dressed like we escaped from a My Little Pony convention." Bill waved a hand. "Details. We blend in. Besides, if anyone asks, we’re the *cool* aunt and uncle. The ones who show up with extra juice boxes and zero life skills." Molly sighed, plucking a rogue glitter bomb off her sleeve. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my hair, I’m taking it out of your cut." "Deal. Now, let’s case the joint—discreetly." Bill grabbed a handful of party favors from a table. "Ooh, mini slime kits. Jackpot." Molly groaned. "We’re the worst."