Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQA54JMS4005Y1KEW9QHMP

The rainbow balloons bobbed cheerfully against the ceiling of the community center, taunting Molly from their perch outside the window. She adjusted her oversized clown nose and glared at Bill, who was currently wrestling with a pair of glitter-covered overalls two sizes too small. "You look like a disgruntled Smurf," Molly said, tugging at her own frilly pink tutu. "And you’re going to scare the kids, not blend in." Bill yanked the overalls up with a grunt. "I *am* blending in. I’m the world’s most suspicious party dad. See?" He slapped on a name tag that read *DAD OF SOME KID PROBABLY*. "Authentic." Molly sighed. "Our cover is *face painter*, not *guy who definitely robbed a bank last Tuesday*." She tossed him a tube of glitter. "Put this on your cheeks. You need to look *whimsical*." "Whimsical?" Bill smeared glitter across his stubble like war paint. "I’ll whimsy those brats right out of their LEGO sets. What’s the play again?" "We ‘accidentally’ spill the face paint on the gift table," Molly said, miming a dramatic trip. "While I’m sobbing about ruining little Timmy’s Spider-Man face, you ‘help’ by shoving presents into the piñata. Which is *conveniently* lined with my gym bag." Bill grinned. "I love it when crime has a *crafting* phase." He cracked his knuckles. "Let’s go make some kids question their reality."