Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQGRVECSEC1ZN1Q7PKF4W1

Molly adjusted the oversized sunglasses perched on her nose and squinted at the brightly colored banner fluttering in the breeze. "You sure this is the right place, Bill? It looks like a rainbow exploded on a cupcake." Bill, balancing a stack of stolen party supplies under one arm, grinned. "Trust me, Mol. This is the richest kid in town. His parents probably bought out the toy store just to avoid hearing him whine for another pony." Molly snorted. "A pony? What, is he five or a medieval prince?" "Six, but who’s counting?" Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which kept slipping to the side. "Point is, we hit this party, we’re set for life. No more stealing toasters from gas stations." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to wear this ridiculous clown wig one more time, I’m burning it." Bill patted her shoulder. "You look adorable. Like a deranged circus animal." Molly swatted his hand away. "Focus. What’s the plan?" "Simple. You distract the parents with your ‘hilarious’ balloon animal skills—" "I’m not making balloon animals." "Fine, fine. You tell them you’re the ‘mystery magician’ and do a terrible magic trick. While they’re busy being underwhelmed, I’ll sneak into the gift room and load up." Molly crossed her arms. "And how do I explain why I’m not actually a magician?" Bill shrugged. "Improvise. Say you’re a ‘performance artist.’ People love that nonsense." Molly groaned. "This is a terrible plan." "Hey, it’s not like we’re robbing a bank. These kids won’t even notice the presents are gone until they’re passed out from sugar overload." Molly eyed the house skeptically. "You really think we can pull this off?" Bill grinned. "Molly, my dear, we’re not just pulling it off. We’re making it look easy." Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with before I change my mind." Bill clapped his hands together. "That’s the spirit! Now, go dazzle them with your ‘magic.’" Molly muttered under her breath as she marched toward the front door. "I hate you." Bill called after her, "No, you don’t! You love me!" Molly turned back, glaring. "I’ll love you more if you get me a pony out of this." Bill laughed. "Deal. Now go!" Molly took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Behind her, Bill adjusted his mustache one last time and whispered, "Showtime."