Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPJZDQ18ENZZBGYKQ85FG2

The rainbow balloons bobbed against the ceiling of the community center like overcaffeinated jellyfish. Molly adjusted her oversized clown bowtie and squinted at the "NO ADULTS WITHOUT A CHILD" sign. "You realize we’re about to commit felony-level party crashing, right?" Bill wiped glitter off his fake mustache. "Relax. We’re not crashing—we’re *enhancing*. Those kids don’t *need* thirty-seven Nerf guns. We’re redistributing joy. Robin Hood-style, but with more cake theft." Molly side-eyed the piñata shaped like a unicorn. "You ever actually *met* a seven-year-old? They’ve got the surveillance skills of a CIA operative and the moral flexibility of a pirate. One wrong move, and we’re getting tackled by a swarm of sugar-high vigilantes." Bill grinned, patting his fanny pack—stuffed with lockpicks and fruit snacks for "camouflage." "That’s why we go in as *entertainment*. You do the balloon animals, I’ll ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table. Classic distraction." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get taken down by a kid in a Spider-Man costume, I’m blaming your lack of a backup plan." Bill tossed her a party hat. "Backup plan’s simple: if things go south, we start a conga line. No one questions the conga line."