Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPQ9JFHD4ED62ZQAXZNEZP

Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the balloon arch sagging over the backyard gate. "You’re sure this is the right place? Because I’m pretty sure we just walked into a toddler’s fever dream." Bill scratched his chin, where a temporary tattoo of a dinosaur was peeling off. "Positive. Intel says the birthday kid’s dad is some tech bro who ‘disrupts’ birthday parties by giving out gold-plated action figures. We’re talking *heist of the century* here, Mol." "Or the most humiliating arrest record in history. ‘Suspect apprehended while attempting to flee on a tricycle.’" She plucked a cupcake from a nearby table and took a bite. "Also, why are we dressed like we’re in a *My Little Pony* spin-off?" "Camouflage. No one suspects the pony." Bill adjusted his rainbow wig, which had slipped over one eye. "Besides, the security’s just a guy in a clown suit. How hard can it be?" Molly pointed as the clown turned, revealing a walkie-talkie clipped to his polka-dot suspenders. "Oh, you *jinxed* us." Bill groaned. "Okay, new plan. You distract him with your *sparkle magic*, and I’ll—" "Absolutely not. Last time I used my ‘sparkle magic,’ I got glitter in my *eyebrows* for a week." "Fine. I’ll distract him. You grab the loot." Bill cleared his throat and waved at the clown. "Hey, uh… *Bozo*! Nice nose! You ever think about branching out into, like, *abstract expressionism*?" The clown’s smile didn’t waver, but his hand drifted toward his walkie-talkie. "Sir, this is a private event." Molly muttered, "We’re so going to jail." She grabbed a gift bag shaped like a rocket ship and shoved it into Bill’s arms. "Run." Bill clutched the bag like a football. "Which way?" "Any way that isn’t *toward the clown with a radio*!" Molly hissed, already sprinting toward the fence. Behind them, the clown’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie: "Security to all units, we’ve got a code *Rainbow Dash* in progress."