Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQJ2E84J98QFDHRVNFJ32Q

The rainbow-balloon archway sagged under the weight of its own optimism as Molly adjusted her oversized clown bowtie in the reflection of a minivan’s window. Beside her, Bill fidgeted with a party hat that kept slipping over his eyes, the elastic digging into his stubble like a tiny, judgmental noose. “You’re sure this is the right house?” Bill muttered, squinting at the unicorn piñata swaying in the breeze. “Last time we hit a kid’s party, we ended up with a trunk full of gluten-free cupcakes and a restraining order.” Molly ignored him, pressing her ear against the front door. The muffled shrieks of thirty sugar-fueled children vibrated through the wood. “Relax. Phase one: blend in. Phase two: ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table. Phase three: profit.” Bill adjusted his fake nose. “Phase two sounds suspiciously like ‘felony.’” “Only if we get caught.” She grinned, producing a whoopee cushion from her pocket. “Now, remember—you’re ‘Magic Bill,’ the world’s worst magician. I’m your long-suffering assistant, ‘Molly the Mildly Disappointed.’” Bill groaned. “I hate my life.” Molly kicked open the door. “Then let’s make it worse.” Inside, a sea of sticky-handed chaos awaited, the gift table a glittering fortress of unearned bounty. Bill took a deep breath, pasted on a manic grin, and pulled a handful of confetti from his sleeve. “Ladies and gentlemen—and, uh, tiny humans—prepare to be *underwhelmed*!”