Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPYTGMD7PT2N126E0QF5TG

The rain drummed against the roof of the stolen ice cream truck, a perfect disguise for their latest heist. Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses, even though it was pouring outside, and flipped through a crumpled invitation. "Bill, are you sure this is the right address?" she asked, squinting at the glittery script. "It says 'Princess Sparkle Pony's 7th Birthday Extravaganza.' That sounds like a trap." Bill, hunched over a map of the neighborhood, snorted. "Relax, it's just a kid's party. The parents will be too busy pretending to like each other to notice us. Besides, have you seen the gift table? Solid gold pony figurines, Molly. *Solid gold.*" Molly groaned. "You're obsessed with ponies. Last week it was unicorns, now this. What's next, stealing a My Little Pony convention?" "Don't knock it till you try it," Bill said, grinning. "But seriously, this is our chance. The parents will be distracted by the clown—" "Clowns are creepy," Molly interrupted. "Clowns are *useful*," Bill corrected. "While they're busy making balloon animals, we slip in, grab the loot, and slip out. Easy." Molly crossed her arms. "And what if the kid cries? Kids cry at parties. It's like a built-in alarm system." Bill waved a hand dismissively. "We'll bribe her with candy. Every kid has a price." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you. And I'm telling the cops you're the one who loves ponies." Bill gasped in mock offense. "You wouldn't." Molly smirked. "Try me." The rain let up just enough for them to make their move. They parked the ice cream truck a block away and approached the house, dressed as a pair of overly enthusiastic party entertainers. Molly carried a giant piñata shaped like a rainbow, while Bill wheeled in a cart of "party favors" that were actually empty boxes. As they stepped inside, the chaos of the party hit them full force. Balloons bounced, kids shrieked, and a clown juggled flaming torches in the corner. "See?" Bill whispered. "No one's paying attention." Molly eyed the gift table, piled high with wrapped boxes. "That's a lot of presents. How are we supposed to carry all that?" Bill pulled out a pair of oversized shopping bags. "Disguised as party favors. Genius, right?" Molly rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're cute." They worked quickly, stuffing presents into the bags while pretending to set up for a game. Just as they were about to make their escape, a small voice piped up behind them. "Excuse me, are you the new magicians?" Molly froze. Bill turned slowly, forcing a smile. "Uh, yeah! That's us. The *amazing* magicians." The little girl, dressed in a sparkly dress, frowned. "But you're not doing any magic." Bill panicked. "Right! Because, uh, we're *undercover* magicians. We're here to, uh, *study* the other magicians." The girl tilted her head. "That's silly. You should do a trick." Molly groaned. "Bill, I swear to—" Bill held up a hand. "No, no, she's right. We *should* do a trick." He turned to the girl. "How about a disappearing act?" Before Molly could stop him, Bill grabbed the piñata and swung it wildly, knocking over a table of cupcakes. The kids gasped as frosting flew everywhere. "Ta-da!" Bill announced. "The cupcakes have vanished!" The girl clapped. "Do it again!" Molly grabbed Bill's arm. "We're leaving. *Now.*" As they bolted for the door, the clown blew a raspberry at them. Bill tripped over a balloon animal, and Molly barely managed to keep the bags from spilling. Outside, they collapsed against the ice cream truck, panting. "That," Molly said, "was the worst heist ever." Bill grinned, holding up a single pony figurine that had fallen out of his pocket. "But we still got *something*." Molly groaned. "You're impossible." Bill winked. "And you love me for it." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Let's just hope the next heist doesn't involve clowns."