Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPK1XND05TX516QKAW61S6

The rainbow balloons bobbed cheerfully in the breeze as Molly crouched behind a bush, adjusting her oversized clown wig. "You sure this is the right house? These kids look like they’ve got *way* too much glitter." Bill squinted at the bouncing castle in the backyard. "Positive. The invite said ‘Princess Jasmine’s Unicorn Extravaganza.’ That’s code for ‘rich parents who buy their kid a pony instead of love.’" Molly tugged at her polka-dot jumpsuit. "I still don’t get why we’re dressed as clowns. Couldn’t we just, I dunno, *walk in* like normal people?" "Normal people don’t steal from six-year-olds, Mol. And clowns? Invisible at kids’ parties. Trust me, no one looks twice at a guy with a red nose and a sad balloon animal." He held up a limp giraffe. "Exhibit A." She sighed. "Fine. But if I have to make one ‘honking’ noise, I’m taking the pony as my cut." A shriek of laughter erupted from the backyard. Molly’s eyes narrowed. "You hear that? That’s the sound of *unopened LEGO sets*." Bill grinned. "Phase one: blend in. Phase two: ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table. Phase three—" "—profit." Molly cracked her knuckles. "Let’s go ruin some childhoods."