Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPNAV718R7TWZ64NX3P1WX

The rainbow-bright party hats bobbed like buoys in a sea of sugar-high chaos as Molly crouched behind a suspiciously sticky hedge, adjusting her fake name tag—*"Aunt Carol (Allergies: Glitter)"*. Beside her, Bill fidgeted with a balloon animal he’d "borrowed" from a wailing toddler, twisting it into something that vaguely resembled a giraffe with a gambling problem. “You realize,” Molly muttered, eyeing the piñata shaped like a unicorn mid-seizure, “that we’re about to commit felony larceny against a room full of children who still believe in the Easter Bunny.” Bill squinted at the gift table, a mountain of wrapping paper and ribbon guarded only by a single mom sipping wine from a juice box. “Technically, we’re *redistributing* joy. Robin Hood had a code, Carol.” “My name is *Molly* when we’re not in character,” she hissed, swatting his hand away from a half-eaten cupcake. “And Robin Hood didn’t have to explain to a six-year-old why Santa’s little helpers just stole her My Little Pony playset.” Bill grinned, tucking the balloon giraffe into his waistband like a holster. “Kid’ll think it was magic. Now, you distract the mom with your ‘nut allergy’ sob story, and I’ll—” “—get us arrested before the cake’s even cut,” Molly finished, watching as a child nearby face-planted into a bowl of punch. “God, we’re the worst.” She adjusted her name tag again. “Fine. But if we go to jail, I’m telling everyone you cried during *Frozen*.”