Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPFG412FK68R7P9NMFZYVT

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her head and squinted at the inflatable bounce castle swaying in the backyard. "You realize we look like we’re here to perform a magic show, not rob the place." Bill, dressed in a too-tight rainbow clown wig and a shirt that read *World’s Okayest Uncle*, scratched his nose. "First of all, we *are* here to perform a magic show. That’s our cover. Second, if you think this wig is bad, you should see the ones I didn’t pick." Molly groaned. "I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing a tutu. I look like a rejected backup dancer from a *My Little Pony* concert." "Hey, the tutu’s got pockets. That’s the mark of a professional." Bill patted his own sequined fanny pack. "Besides, if we’re gonna blend in with a bunch of five-year-olds, we’ve gotta commit. Half-measures get you caught." Molly eyed the party from behind a suspiciously large balloon arch. "Alright, fine. But if I get glitter in my hair one more time, I’m taking it out of your cut." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, here’s the plan: I distract the parents with my *legendary* balloon animal skills—" "You once made a balloon dog that looked like a sad potato." "—and while they’re all laughing at my *artistry*, you swoop in, grab the presents, and stash them in the bounce castle. Easy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The bounce castle? That’s your big idea?" "Think about it. It’s the one place no one’s gonna look. Kids are bouncing on it, parents are too busy filming their kids bouncing on it—it’s the perfect hiding spot." Molly sighed. "And how do we get the presents out of the bounce castle without someone noticing?" Bill waved a hand. "We’ll figure it out. Maybe we’ll say we’re doing a ‘present piñata’ or something. Parents love that stuff." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "We are *terrible* at this." "Nah, we’re *creative*. There’s a difference." Bill adjusted his wig, which had slipped sideways. "Now, let’s go before the birthday kid blows out the candles and we miss our window." Molly took a deep breath. "Alright. But if this goes south, I’m telling everyone you made me wear the tutu." Bill clapped her on the back. "That’s the spirit. Now, let’s go steal some My Little Ponies and LEGO sets like the professionals we are." Molly muttered under her breath as they waded into the sea of screaming children. "I can’t believe my life has come to this." Bill, already twisting a balloon into something vaguely resembling a giraffe, shot her a grin. "Admit it. You’re having fun." Molly glared. "I will *end* you."