Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPDS4QXGW1P1ZK9YE7ATZ1

The rainbow-bright piñata swayed ominously in the breeze, its papier-mâché grin taunting Molly from across the backyard. She adjusted her oversized "Party Mom" name tag—*Hello! My name is CAROL (but call me Mom!)*—and sidled up to Bill, who was currently pretending to be deeply invested in a game of "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" while actually casing the gift table. "Three o’clock," Molly muttered, nodding toward the mountain of wrapped boxes. "That one’s got the weight of a gold bar, and the other’s rattling like a cartful of rare Pokémon cards." Bill scratched his fake dad-beard, which was already peeling at the edges. "Kid in the Spider-Man costume’s been eyeing the same ones. Might be a problem." "Then we make him *not* a problem." Molly plucked a juice box from the snack table and casually upended it over the kid’s head. As he shrieked and bolted for his mom, she turned back to Bill. "Clock’s ticking. Magician’s setting up, which means parents’ll be distracted in—" she checked her watch, "*—nine minutes." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Enough time to grab the loot and blame it on the clown?" Molly smirked. "Clown’s already crying in the bathroom. Perfect patsy." She tossed him a party hat. "Let’s go ruin some childhoods."