Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPFVZS6P93Y6RH2J86W7V1

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her forehead, the elastic digging into her temples. "This is the worst disguise I’ve ever worn," she muttered, glaring at her reflection in the side mirror of the van. The pastel pink tutu did nothing to hide the lockpicks in her pocket. Bill, dressed as a six-foot-tall teddy bear, waddled toward her, his furry arms outstretched. "Smile, partner. We’re not robbing a bank—we’re infiltrating a *children’s party*." His voice was muffled by the plush head, which had slipped sideways, giving him the appearance of a bear that had lost a fight with a ceiling fan. Molly sighed, yanking the horn straight. "I hate kids. They’re sticky, they cry, and they *notice things*." She kicked a discarded juice box out of the way. "Also, why is there glitter *everywhere*? It’s like a crime scene in here." Bill patted her shoulder with a paw. "Relax. We’re just two lovable mascots here to spread joy. And then, when no one’s looking—" He mimed snatching a gift bag with exaggerated glee. Molly rolled her eyes. "Great. We’re the villains in a Hallmark movie." She adjusted her unicorn horn one last time. "Let’s get this over with before I start questioning my life choices."