Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPGCBGF6TCCVGJ2P42QBBB

Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and glared at Bill. “You’re telling me the *best* disguise you could come up with is a guy in a dinosaur costume?” Bill flexed his foam T-Rex arms. “Kids love dinosaurs. I blend in. Also, limited peripheral vision—perfect for plausible deniability.” “You look like a drunk mascot from a failed theme park.” “And you look like a serial killer who raided a party store. That wig’s *haunting*.” Molly smoothed it down. “Focus. We’ve got twenty minutes before the piñata distraction. You grab the gift table, I’ll hit the goodie bags. And *do not* eat the cake.” “No promises. What if it’s Funfetti?” “Bill.” “Fine. But if I see a kid crying over a stolen My Little Pony, I’m throwing you under the bounce house.” Molly checked her watch. “Clock’s ticking. Remember—we’re *entertainers*, not criminals.” Bill adjusted his tail. “Right. Just two very committed performers… who definitely didn’t case this joint yesterday during storytime.” A balloon popped in the distance. Molly grinned. “Showtime, Rex.” Bill groaned. “I *hate* you.” He waddled toward the gift table. “Hey, kid. Ever seen a dinosaur do the cha-cha?”