Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPXZ0F1S4FS7D0040KTY1B

Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the balloon arch swaying in the breeze. "You’re sure this is the plan? We’re not just crashing a kid’s birthday for the free cake?" Bill, already halfway into a rainbow-striped onesie, shot her a look. "The cake’s a bonus. But the loot—Molly, the *loot*—is in those presents. Did you see the wish list? That kid asked for a *pony*." "Yeah, and a PlayStation, a drone, and a lifetime supply of gummy worms. Which, by the way, is the only thing on that list we’re actually qualified to steal." Bill zipped up his onesie with a flourish. "Details. We’re not here for the *practical* gifts. We’re here for the *expensive* ones. The ones that make parents cry when they see the price tag." Molly sighed, adjusting her fake freckles. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling them you made me wear this." "Please. You *love* the horn. You’ve been practicing your ‘magical unicorn giggle’ all morning." "It’s *versatile*. Also, if we have to run, I can use it to distract security." Bill grinned. "See? You’re a natural. Now, phase one: infiltrate the party. Phase two: locate the presents. Phase three—" "Phase three: don’t get glitter bombed by a six-year-old." "Too late. I already got glitter bombed by *you* when you put on that horn." Molly gasped. "That was an *accident*." "Sure it was. Just like this heist."