Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPSEYHTTCBRBAVHCZQWYFR

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her forehead, the elastic digging into her temples. "This is the worst disguise I’ve ever worn," she muttered, eyeing the inflatable bounce house where a dozen sugar-crazed six-year-olds were attempting to murder each other with pool noodles. Bill, dressed as a suspiciously muscular clown, juggled three rubber chickens with the focus of a man who had accepted his fate. "You look festive. Like a rejected My Little Pony." He lobbed a chicken into the crowd, where it was immediately weaponized by a tiny girl in a princess dress. "See? Blending in." Molly squinted at the gift table, a mountain of brightly wrapped loot guarded by a single harried parent scrolling through her phone. "We’ve robbed banks with better security. This is insulting." "Exactly. Low risk, high reward." Bill tossed another chicken, this one landing in a bowl of punch. "And if we get caught, we just say we’re the entertainment." Molly sighed, plucking a cupcake from a nearby tray. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my hair, I’m taking it out of your cut." Bill grinned, already stuffing a gift bag into his oversized pants. "Deal. Now move before the piñata explodes."