Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPMBQ6C3YTE84KZ9GZBTD1

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her head and squinted at the inflatable bounce castle. "You’re telling me we’re robbing a *five-year-old’s* birthday party?" Bill, already halfway into a rainbow-striped onesie, shrugged. "Desperate times, Mol. That kid’s got a PlayStation, three Lego sets, and—get this—a *real* diamond-encrusted sippy cup. His dad’s a tech bro who thinks ‘minimalist parenting’ means ‘only buying things that cost more than my first car.’" Molly groaned, plucking a glitter bomb from her sleeve. "We’re gonna get arrested by a cop who *also* has a kid in this party. You realize that, right?" "Relax. I brought the secret weapon." Bill held up a bag of gummy worms. "Distraction. We tell the kids it’s a ‘treasure hunt,’ they’ll swarm the presents like seagulls at a beach picnic." Molly stared. "You’re using *sugar* to commit a felony." "Hey, if it works on my nephew, it’ll work on these little anarchists." Bill tossed her a party hat. "Now put this on. We’re blending in." Molly jammed it onto her head. "I hate my life." "Cheer up. At least we’re not stealing from a *wedding*. Those people have *knives*."