Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPW76E0CFDCTN4XW4T8J7V

Molly adjusted the glittery unicorn horn strapped to her head and squinted at the inflatable bounce castle. "You’re sure this is the plan? We’re robbing a *kids’ party*?" Bill, already halfway into a rainbow-striped onesie, shot her a look. "It’s genius. No security, no alarms, just a bunch of distracted parents and sugar-high toddlers. We waltz in, grab the loot, and waltz out before anyone notices." Molly plucked a juice box from a nearby table and took a sip. "I dunno, Bill. This feels… wrong. Like, morally *and* logistically. What if some kid starts crying?" "Then we tell them we’re the *present fairies*." He wiggled his fingers for emphasis. "Kids love fairies." She tossed the empty juice box into a trash can. "And what if the parents *don’t* love fairies?" Bill grinned, pulling a glitter cannon from his backpack. "Then we hit ‘em with the old *distraction and dash*." He aimed it at the ceiling. "Three… two…" Molly lunged for the cannon. "Don’t you *dare*—" A burst of pink sparkles exploded overhead, raining down on a table of cupcakes. A chorus of delighted shrieks erupted from the kids. Bill clapped his hands. "See? *Teamwork.* Now grab a sack and let’s move before the sugar crash hits."