Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPCSKGTP7Q5H2KMQ2TAAZ9

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her forehead, the elastic digging into her temples. "This is the worst disguise ever," she muttered, eyeing the inflatable bounce castle where a dozen sugar-crazed five-year-olds were attempting to murder each other with pool noodles. Bill, dressed as a suspiciously muscular clown, juggled three neon balls with the grace of a man who had never juggled before. "Relax. No one questions a clown at a kid’s party. It’s like we’re invisible." One of the balls ricocheted off his nose and smacked a toddler in the face. The toddler stared at him, unblinking, before bursting into tears. Molly sighed and plucked a cupcake from a nearby table, peeling off the wrapper. "We’re not invisible. We’re a liability. That kid’s gonna remember this for the rest of his life." Bill caught the last ball and grinned. "Exactly. By the time he’s old enough to describe us, we’ll be long gone with a truck full of Paw Patrol merch." He nodded toward the gift table, where a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes teetered precariously. "Phase one: blend in. Phase two: chaos. Phase three: profit." A harried-looking mom shoved a tray of juice boxes into Molly’s hands. "Here, help me pass these out before they riot." Molly froze. "Uh. Sure." Bill clapped her on the back. "See? Blending in." He then tripped over a rogue action figure, sending a tower of presents crashing to the ground. The kids shrieked with delight. Molly closed her eyes. "We’re going to jail."