Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQG4T21VP3SEA18SY8NM70

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 alarms, no guards—just a bunch of sugar-crazed five-year-olds. We waltz in, grab the loot, and waltz out before anyone notices." Molly plucked a juice box from a nearby table and stabbed the straw through the foil. "Or we get mobbed by toddlers wielding plastic lightsabers." "Relax. We’re *disguised*." Bill gestured to his outfit, which included a tail and a name tag that read *"Hi! I’m Sparkles!"* "No one suspects the guy in the onesie." Molly took a long sip. "I suspect the guy in the onesie. Also, why do *you* get to be Sparkles? I wanted to be Sparkles." "Because I’m the one who thought of this." Bill grabbed a party hat and jammed it onto her head. "Now stop stalling. The piñata’s about to get cracked open, and we need to be ready." Molly sighed, adjusting the hat. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my hair, I’m taking it out of your cut." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now let’s go steal some My Little Ponies."