Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQJPDWSQ1ZHT4R14H2974D

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 security, no alarms, just a bunch of distracted parents and sugar-high toddlers. We waltz in, grab the loot, and waltz out before anyone notices." Molly plucked a juice box from a nearby table and took a sip. "I dunno, Bill. This feels *wrong*. Like, morally wrong. Also, what if some kid sees us and thinks we’re *real* unicorns?" Bill zipped up his onesie with a flourish. "Then we lean into it. ‘Oh, sorry, Timmy, Santa’s elves had to repossess your Paw Patrol bike. Taxes.’" He grabbed a handful of balloons and tied them to his belt. "Besides, have you *seen* the haul? That piñata alone is stuffed with iTunes gift cards." Molly sighed, adjusting her horn. "Fine. But if I get glitter in my hair, I’m taking it out of your cut." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, on three—*one, two*—" A tiny voice piped up behind them. "Are you the unicorn surprise?" Molly and Bill froze. A four-year-old in a dinosaur costume stared up at them, clutching a half-eaten cupcake. Bill cleared his throat. "Uh. Yes. And we’re *very* surprised to see *you*." The kid blinked. "Can I pet you?" Molly’s eye twitched. "Only if you promise not to tell anyone we’re *not* magic."