Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPKKYTG6ZC8YCF43Q9GNF7

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her forehead and squinted at the inflatable bounce house sagging under the weight of a dozen sugar-crazed six-year-olds. "You’re telling me we’re hitting a *princess-themed* heist? I didn’t sign up to be outshone by a five-year-old in a tutu." Bill, currently wrestling a piñata shaped like a dragon into the back of their van, shot her a look. "You’re the one who said we needed a ‘low-risk, high-reward’ job. Well, congratulations, Mol. This is *exactly* that. No guards, no lasers, just a bunch of toddlers who think we’re the entertainment." Molly plucked a cupcake from a nearby table and peeled off the wrapper. "I said *low-risk*, not *humiliating*. We’re dressed like a rejected My Little Pony spin-off. I look like I lost a fight with a glitter factory." Bill yanked the cupcake out of her hand and took a bite. "You look *festive*. And stop eating the evidence. We’re supposed to be stealing the presents, not the snacks." "Says the guy who just inhaled half a frosting rose." Molly snatched the cupcake back. "Also, I *told* you we should’ve gone with the clown outfits. At least then we could’ve blamed the theft on ‘the magic of misdirection.’" Bill wiped frosting off his chin. "Clowns are *way* more suspicious. Parents see a clown at a kid’s party, they start Googling ‘how to perform an exorcism.’ No, this is perfect. We’re the *magical unicorn and dragon duo*. We’re *trusted*. We’re *beloved*." Molly groaned. "We’re *one wrong move away from being on a milk carton*." Bill ignored her and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Alright, phase one: distraction. You get the kids hyped up on juice boxes while I ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table. Classic misdirection." Molly stared at him. "You want me to *entertain* a bunch of children? Bill, I once threatened a guy with a stapler for looking at me funny. I am *not* qualified for this." "Just do the thing where you make the balloon animals. You’re good at that." "I make *one* balloon sword for a kid’s birthday and suddenly I’m the next Picasso of twisted latex? No. Absolutely not. I refuse to be remembered as ‘that scary lady who made a balloon poodle that looked like a crime against nature.’" Bill sighed. "Fine. Then just stand there and look pretty. Wave your horn around. Do *something* so they’re not staring at me while I ‘reorganize’ the presents." Molly adjusted her horn again. "You realize if we get caught, our mugshots are gonna be *adorable*, right? ‘Local Criminals Apprehended in Sparkly Heist Gone Wrong.’ We’ll be memes before we even hit booking." Bill grinned. "That’s the spirit. Now come on, *Princess Sparklehoof*. Let’s go rob some kids blind." Molly muttered something unprintable and followed him toward the party, already plotting how to frame the nearest clown.